The board is set, the pieces are moving. I remain prisoner to the evil demoness, but I have set others in motion to save the Matriarchy and all I can do is pray they bring me salvation.
When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. … But standing here among the people of Punxsutawney and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn't imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous