Ma Petite Is Not A Subtle Woman.

I Stared At Jean-claude And It Wasn't The Beauty Of Him That Made Me Love Him, It Was Just Him. It Was Love Made Up Of A Thousand Touches, A Million Conversations, A Trillion Shared Looks. A Love Made Up Of Danger Shared, Enemies Conquered, A Determination To Neither Of Us Would Change The Other, Even If We Could. I Love Jean-claude, All Of Him, Because If I Took Away The Machiavellian Plottings, The Labyrinth Of His Mind, It Would Lessen Him, Make Him Someone Else.

I'd Killed Him In The End, But Revenge Only Makes Things All Better In The Movies. In Real Life, Once The Villain Is Dead The Trauma Lives On Inside The Victims.

I Looked Up At Ellen And Her Not-glowing Pentagram. "harm None Is The Rule, Ellen: Bad Witch, No Cookie.

Goddess” He Said. Her Voice Floated To Us. Yes, Child.” Will I See You Again?” Just Her Voice Now, Young And Old At The Same Time. “in The Face Of Every Woman You Meet

Different Isn't Evil, It's Just Different.