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Don't be ridiculous. I don't believe in karma and fate and all that drivel in the least. Why should life be plotted out because of the whims of the gods or something equally outside one's control? I believe that I control what happens to me, not that whatever it is I do will come back and bite me. ...okay, sometimes that last bit does hold true, ( Read more... )

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Dear younger Susan,
No, that won't work. I'd never open a letter that was addressed like that.

To: Susan Sto-Helit,
c/o Miss Butts,
Quirm College for Young Ladies

Yes, that's far better.

Hello. I'm not going to bother saying who this is, as you'd never believe it and probably just think one of the other girls had pulled a joke at your expense. ( Read more... )

Susan jolted awake. She wasn't one to usually dream, but dream she just had- something about gods or wizards or the like doing something that had felt wrong. More wrong than anything she'd previously known them to do, and that was saying a lot. As she stretched and tried to shake that discomfort from her mind, the sense of wrongness remained. In ( Read more... )

Susan stared at herself critically.

Susan... it wasn't a good name, was it? It wasn't a truly bad name, it wasn't like poor Iodine in the fourth form, or Nigella, a name which meant "oops, we wanted a boy". But it was dull. Susan. Sue. Good old Sue. It was a name that made sandwiches, kept its head in difficult circumstances, and could reliably ( Read more... )