Dying Alone

I'm going to die alone.

I don't know why that's such a depressing thought, but it is. As the fog closes in on my mind, that's my one regret

I've had children, yes, but ... It would be nice to have a mate to see me off into oblivion.

I worry. When I'm gone, who will take care of my children?

I haven't given them the attention I should have, but ... none of them bear the spark of magic, save my youngest, a boy named Blake.

I don't have a choice - he'll have to suffice.

When oblivion comes ... well. Blood is the currency of the soul, and with a gifted child of my blood - I will live on.

Our New Hero

 I have never had such a difficult time keeping a boyfriend. After the first - who I discarded for his age - and the collegiate - who I discarded because he would never show up when I asked him to visit - NONE of the other three would even contemplate being her boyfriend. Sure, they'd break up with their girlfriends, fiancees, even wives, but the second she tried to put the moves on any of them, Amanthea got to taste the sting of rejection.

So much hate.

So Amanthea grows old a spinster, and nearly fails to crank out a suitable heir. I think I would've thrown my computer out the window, if not for little Blake here.

I'll be honest; I've never done anything with a male heir. I guess there's no time like the present to start.