Don’t you love how every epic saga starts with the main character going through their usual routine for the millionth time?
Cinderella sweeps the hearth and endures the same familial abuse.
Katniss goes to the Reaping and faces the same brutal injustice.
Lyra prowls Oxford and hides from the same protective grownups. (If you haven’t read the His Dark Materials trilogy by Phillip Pullman, please cancel your plans and remedy this oversight immediately.)
And then something bizarre happens. A fairy godmother shows up, a familiar name is called, someone slips poison into a glass. In a moment, the journey begins.