"...I trusted in the Almighty… I knew I could only be killed once,
and I had to die sometime."
-Anne Bailey, 1823

Friday, March 12

Sparks Ignite!

Great anger hath taken hold and penetrates deeply into both heart and mind. Doubt the Lady and her abilities, eh? One might briefly consider the Lady's hot demeanor before making statements or whispering innuendo. A shower of sparks hath been laid to dry tender and one should hardly be surprised when great flames lick mercilessly at the hand which did so thoughtlessly strike flint to steel.

While at once our great friend, providing warmth and enlivening the dark, remember dear reader, that the twinkling flame is quick to betray the careless hand. Recall, 'tis just a tiny spark that ignites both candle or cannon; and tis but the same to the spark.

Vigilance is again most strongly cautioned, for one knows not from whence an attack may arise. Rumors, like ashes after flame abound, the savage is restless and seeks to strike those who are incautious like mere babes. Preparedness is essential without end. Anger breathes hot through my veins and removes all trace of fear, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation. Aye, the spark hath been well laid and the Lady burns for vengeance.

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