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Über allen Gipfeln
Ist Ruh,
In allen Wipfeln
Spürest du
Kaum einen Hauch;
Die Vögelein schweigen in Walde.
Warte nur, balde
Ruhest du auch

I'm in the beautiful city of Yekaterinburg, Russia, sitting in a cafe and drinking the very fine vodka they make right here.

Send a message to daddy if you please. The last bounty hunter he sent after me is as dead as his precious cats - go digging in Portugal - and the next will meet the same end.

Has father yet managed to replace his beloved cats? I'll try poisoning the humans he's fond of next.

London. It's where people get eaten alive by wolves inside their own homes and then have their brains blown out.

Lovely.

I've see you crucified to a wall and dying in agony. I may or may not be a witch but that little dream is going to keep me happy for a long time. I can't wait to see this one come true as well.

Jesus Christ! Last night when everyone was asleep one of the maids threw herself out of the window. Completely disgusting!

Daddy isn't pleased, but that should be obvious. People who are suicidal should do it on their own time and not at someone else's house. How incredibly disrespectful.

Oh Miles, do you know that your English redhead is going to die horribly and painfully, screaming all the way? Enjoy that for me won't you?

Astrid Kensington? Who is Astrid Kensington and why am I supposed to even care?

That was the girl I saw.

Most of you I'll gladly see burning in hell.

I am not a witch, whatever you all think of me. If I were I'd curse you all to very painful deaths. Don't get in my way.

You are all filth and if any one dares lay a hand upon me again I'll remove it.