I Wonder How Many Times Each Day

Beauty, Grace, And Charm My Foot. It's A School For Sadists With Good Tea-serving Skills.

It's Always Darkest Before The Ultimate Sparkle.

Everyone's Dying. A Little, Every Day. Make It Count.

Oh, I Didn't Think It Wise To Hide It. Might Not Be Able To Find It Again," I Say, Cheerily. "it's Sitting In Plain View On Your Chair In The Great Hall. I Do Hope That Was The Best Place For It.

Centuries Of Fighting, And For What? I Say. "today It Ends. I Can't Live In Fear Any Longer. I've Cursed This Power. I've Both Enjoyed And Misused It. And I've Hidden It Away. Now I Must Try To Wield It Correctly, To Marry It To A Purpose And Hope That Is Enough.