Status Updates From Die Feuer von Glenlochy: Roman

'The insolent contempt on the beautiful face so close to mine stung me to fury. I struck out at it with all my strength. I don't think she expected it. Her hand went to her scarlet cheek, then she flew at me. We were tearing at one another like tiger cats.' ....You go, girl! Unleash that catfightin' scottish blood. Took long enough. :P

Marietta has Terminal Bimbo Disease. A severe case of Teh Stoopid. Dumb as a box of rocks. Smart as a screen door on a battleship. A few crayons short of a rainbow. Pants first, THEN shoes. Stimpy, you EEDIOT! ....Yeah, you get the idea. She's a moron.

'I was looking at a little doll crudely molded in clay with nothing remarkable about it except that it had bright red hair & though I had no idea what it was, I knew instantly that it was evil, the thing in my hand, the stone shaped like an altar, the unseen watching eyes that made my flesh crawl.' ....A reasonable assumption, yes. :P

Methinks our naive little heroine is about to learn an important life lesson re: the gloried past of Scotland & its evul English usurpers. Because yeah, that shit sucks. But not everything about Scotland is sweetness & faeries & beautiful scenery, darlin.

"You should have seen the Prince as I did the last time he passed through Paris...a drunken sot fumbling at his mistress & all those fools pressing forward to kiss his hand calling him Majesty, your father among them. He cared no more about the men who had died for him than the German king who sat on England's throne & hunted them down." ....Burn. And sadly accurate, methinks.