I should probably start with the blood.
I am girl of definitions, of logic, of black and white.Remember this.
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.
All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
Maybe I'd always been broken and dark inside.
They murdered him.
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.
All I was trying to do when they caught me was bury my mother in an unmarked grave.
Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.
There was a ticking time bomb inside my head and the one person I trusted to go in and get it out hadn’t shown up or spoken to me for more than a year.