Everything is fine and bright. Day must follow every night. My power keeps me safe from harm. The Goddess holds me in her arms.
What would it be like to care so little about what other people thought of you?
I feel like a fox in a henhouse full of Catholic girls.
There is darkness in light, there is pain in joy, and there are thorns on the rose.
I should have known the power-hungry slave drivers at River's Edge would see my five days of freedom only as a challenge to be filled.
There are no coincidences. And everything means something.