She carries a particular radiation. I am weak to it. One could suppose that I could gird my mind to it, but I have failed.
I don't think she knows my aggression for her. She arrives full of hope, cursing the coming nightfall, carrying a book with leaves(more) pressed in the pages. Each leaf has a name of someone who must die.
I have a book with leaves of people who must live.
I cannot afford to offend her, and she cannot afford to delay me. This is how our oathsworn enmity stays in check.
My nemesis and I will see our occupations end. In some aeons further, when Death has grown weary, we will war, and when we are slain, we will rest beside each other.(less)
At 9 years old I braved the Confessional. I went behind a curtain and into the gloom. A shadowy figure appeared behind a screen, and asked me to confess. I said that I was good and had no trouble with any of the commandments - except the 5th. I did not kill,(more) nor steal, but everyday I wished my father would die. How could I honor someone who hit my mother and me, I pleaded. The priest was silent for a moment, and then told me that I had sinned. He instructed me to go and repeat the Our Father 15 times. I left the confessional and went back to my pew, where I got on my knees and proceeded to say the Lord's prayer. Halfway through the third repetition I paused - and sat back in my seat. I did not get on my knees again. That was the beginning of my rebellion.(less)