You know, Nora, of all the things you have ever said, this is the one that makes me question your sanity.
That’s what a close friend told me when he heard that I chose to let the magic in.
You know I have questioned my sanity myself many times but it’s the only brains I’ve got and so I gotta take this, and run with it.
Women sworn to Lucifer appear to me in vision with a black veil often, like an evil bride or a priestess veiled by darkness.
The golden Roman wreath of glory was given to me last year while working for Lucifer with my husband. The actual crown awaits I was told. ‘Face the pain, Nora… this is how you take the Crown.’
And so, here I am.
A black cat sat on me, purring and sinking her dark powers into me, staring at me with eyes that were definitely not hers.
