" I'm not frightened, she told herself, and as she thought it she knew it was true. There was nothing here that frightened her. These things - even the thing in the cellar - were illusions, things made by the other mother in a ghastly parody of the real people and real things on the other end of the corridor. She could not truly make anything, decided Coraline. She could only twist and copy and distort things that already existed. "