Susan placed a hand on the girl Ginny. "Pleasure to meet you, Ginny," she said. She turned around, and sat down in her throne. Picking up an arrow from the quiver next to her, she started fidling with it till all the introductions were made.
__________________ “Do you not know that there comes a midnight hour when every one has to throw off his mask?
Do you believe that life will always let itself be mocked?
Do you think you can slip away a little before midnight in order to avoid this?
Or are you not terrified by it?" ~Soren Kierkegaard |