Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
Thursday, October 26, 2006
"Blood-curdling..." -- Part 28
"Yes?" said Haggis, stopping short.
"Aren't you going to ask after the welfare of your unborn children?" Devorah inquired indignantly. "Ask me how I will raise and care for them? Kiss them good-bye, for God's sake?"
"Why?" Haggis asked, at a genuine loss. "They belong to you now."
"It is as I thought," Devorah said. "You exist in human form but you will never possess a human heart."
"Ah, who needs it? Not I."
"Clearly," sighed Devorah. "Go, then. You have tarried here too long. Go and spread whatever chaos it is you have in mind -- and with you, we know that it will ever be so. Just be warned, madam -- do not do it in my territory."
"Or what?" Haggis challenged the sorceress.
"If you are stupid enough to have to ask..."
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