For too long has the Mother of God forsaken her true calling, and now she must be held accountable for shirking her duty.

I do not know how long it has really been since I passed through that door. Time did not seem to pass. It didn't matter anyway. I'd just been there. In perfection; in bliss; in that throbbing warmth of Mother's womb. Unbirthed and unblemished and homeAnd in a single violent uterine contraction, I was expelled. I tried the door again, but that ( Read more... )

I woke up before she did. But she's so beautiful when she's sleeping. And her skin is so soft.

Let none disturb her rest.

Claudia... is dead.

Belfry collapsed, and she...

She may have been the Holy Woman, but I did not kill her.

And neither did Claudia, in spite of what their recent falling out may lead some to believe.

I know nothing of this 'Snape' person, either, so lay your blame elsewhere.

I am a killer ( Read more... )

I am home, but I am not home.

I remember... Henry Townshend. The Final Sign. The Receiver of Wisdom. The one who got away... rendered me vulnerable. And killed me. For the second time. Truthfully, I did take a risk by allowing him (and his predecessor) access to the Crimson Tome. After all, how was he to fulfill his role as Receiver of Wisdom if ( Read more... )