We Have Always Lived In The Castle

"My name is Mary Katherine Blackwood. I am eighteen years old and I live with my sister Constance. I have often thought that with any luck at all I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the same length, but I have had to be content with what I had. I dislike washing myself, and dogs, and noise. I like my sister Constance and Richard Plantegent, and Amanita Phalloides, the death-cup mushroom. Everyone else in my family is dead."

"Merricat," said Connie, "would you like a cup of tea?"

"Oh no," said Merricat, "you'll poison me!"

"Merricat," said Connie, "would you like to go to sleep?

Down in the boneyard, ten feet deep!"