
I struggled to the end…

but was no match for mhardersen’s deadly weapon

The rescue dogs found only my grizzly remains.
This blog is for Alison, but you can read it too.
Mrs. Dumbledore
You like ‘em powerful and brilliant. And why not? A guy like this, you can have intelligent conversation with, laugh with, and you know he can protect you. Sure, he may have a weakness for power, but he’s got that under control. And sure, he let his sister die, but he learned from that. And sure, he harbors a secret, forbidden love for a man widely known to be his mortal enemy, but…well, no, that’s actually a pretty big obstacle. Good luck with that.