In stories when someone appears in a poof of green clouds and asks a girl to go away on an adventure, it's because she's special...I don't know that I'm any of those things... Maybe you didn't mean to choose me at all, because I'm not like storybook girls... The Leopard turned her prodigious spotted head and looked at September with large, solemn yellow eyes. "We came for you," she growled. "Just you."
— Catherynne M. Valente in 2011