Susan grinned back at Harry, and finally came to a clearing where she saw several dryads. Four, five, six! she counted to herself. She saw them bow to her, and she curtised back. "This is Harry," Susan said, pushing Harry forward.
__________________ “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 |