Jack came whirling in like a little gay tornado with Duchess following him.

Blood Leads to Humanity, Spirit Leads to Night, and Earth Completes.

A window within the soul to see Light and Magick I send with thee Be strong, be brave, make the right choice Though Darkness shouts with a terrible voice Know that I am watching from above And that always, always, the answer is love!

The Fomorians skittered backward, away from me, looking justifiably confused. I mean, really, how many human women actually run to them? And I was a human woman covered in swamp yuck, with wild red hair sticking out in matted hunks and arms flailing like a demented Bride of Frankenstein. I'd run from me.

My cat is not insane, she's just a really good actress.

Maybe she was drunk - the woman never could drink. One little sniff of tequila and she was off into some blonde la-la land.

I felt like I was hobbling, like one oof the old crones from Act I of Macbeth - God knows my hair felt scraggy enough that I must have looked the part.