Catherynne M. Valente

We like patterns. They're comforting. Sometimes little things change - a car instead a house, a girl not named Yelena. But it's not different, not really. Not ever." Baba Yaga pressed the back of her withered hand to Marya's cheek. "That's how you get deathless, volchitsa. Walk the same tale over and over, until you wear a groove in the world, until even if you vanished, the tale would keep turning, keep playing, like a phonograph, and you'd have to get up again, even with a bullet through your eye, to play your part and say your lines."