No, officer, I have no idea why I'm wearing this possum costume. I called you what? OH. My bad." -Nastasya

I held a nail in place and slammed it with the hammer. Best. Chore. Ever.

I didn't know where this stuff was coming from - all of a sudden I was a little magickal sprite, bonding with my stone, feeling my earth roots, la la la... All I can is describe the way it felt. And that was how it felt. So sue me. Was I swaying? I felt like I might be swaying.

Everything is fine and bright. Day must follow every night. My power keeps me safe from harm. The Goddess holds me in her arms.

In fairy tales there's always one person who is made for one other, and they find each other and live happily ever after. Cal was my person. I couldn't imagine anyone more perfect. Yet what kind of sick fairy tale would it be if he was the one made exactly right for me and I wasn't right for him?

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.

Stay here!" he commanded me, then he raced off after Cal. I stopped for just a moment. Then I ran after them.