‘When shall we three meet again, in thunder, lighting or in rain?’ ‘Well you usually get all three together. I’d check the weather forecast.’ Lynda, mother of the witches three, shrugged her hood off and glared at the young girl… Continue Reading →
Don’t believe what you read in the papers. They call me a rogue, a trouble maker, unstable, but that’s bull. I don’t play by the rules, that’s for sure, but frankly, the rules suck. They’ve tried to stop me. They’ve… Continue Reading →
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