Perhaps because it seems so appropriate, I don’t notice the rain. It falls in sheets, a blanket of silvery thread rushing to the hard almost-winter ground. Still, I stand without moving at the side of...

Alice will always be a beautiful mystery. It is one I am content not to solve.I can love her now in her lovely darkness.” -Amalia Milthorpe

To find the books end,cross the ancient wood to the mystic isle.Until then, prepare yourselffor the coming battle. . .AND TRUST NO ONE.

but I learned long ago that it does no good to think too far into the future. There is only here. Only now.

I am not my mother. I love her, but I am not her.

Some things must be done however much we wish to avoid them.

I shake my head. “Remember, Mother. There are no mistakes.” She smiles through her tears, leaning in to kiss my cheek “No mistakes, my angel.

Still, experience has taught me that knowing one’s enemy is key to winning any battle.