Death Does Not Become Me....

Death the Sweetheart There was once a pretty young girl with no husband, no father, no mother, no brothers, no kinsfolk; they were all dead and gone. She lived alone in a hut at the end of the village; and no one came near her, and she never went near any one. One evening a goodly wanderer came to her, opened the door, and cried, 'I am a wanderer, and have been far in the world. Here will I rest! I can no further go.' The maiden said, 'Stay here, I will give thee a mattress to sleep on, and, if thou wilt, victuals and drink too.' The goodly wanderer soon lay down and said, 'Now once again I sleep; it is long since I slept last:' 'How long?' asked the girl; and he answered, 'Dear maid, I sleep but one week in a thousand years.' The girl laughed and said, 'Thou jestest, surely? thou art a roguish fellow.' But the wanderer was sound asleep. Early next morning he arose and said, 'Thou art a pretty young girl. If thou wilt, I will tarry

"This bread is yucky," I griped about the Salutation Inn's food. It's always so stale there, as if the Innkeeper really doesn't care about his foodstuffs. Zillahface look ed over at me and replied coyly, " Want some miso?" I gladly hopped on his back, in my usual piggy back fashion, and he brought me through a zillion oceans it seemed like until we finally found some bushis. I didn't know what to make of them, because well, they glared at us. I mean, I know we're cute and all, but they didn't have to look at us like that. Then when we tried to seek passage into their realm, they forbade us. Forbade us!! We're good paying tourists! So I put them to sleep with my magickstuffs, blew them a kiss, and we walked up the path. Zillahface took us directly to the local inn, since the locals were busy doing hard labor and we didn't want to be dragged into doing that. The innkeeper was a funny looking man who insisted we call him the

My damned sister thinks she knows everything. Blahblahblahorbthisorbthat I know about the stinking orbs! I may not be as adamant about searching for them, but that doesn't mean I'm not looking. Maybe I'm not as vocal about searching for them. And no I'm not making up excuses. She had the audacity to be alone in the Warehouse with Samael last night. I love you, Samael, but nonononono . Not my sister. And they both gave me the line, "Oh! We're standing eight feet apart!" That's the same thing that Zillah and Mistress Nadia said when I caught them all dishevelled in the warehouse earlier that eve. When I went to pull Kizzie and Samael apart, Kizzie used my trick... the Recall Magick trick to poof me out of the warehouse. Twice! That frustrated me to no end, so I poofed her out quicker than a swatfly on a Kleinster's exposed eyeball. Just because she's older than me doesn't mean that she can do these things. She knows how I fe