"...she rules her life like a bird in flight, and who will be her lover?" Okay I lied. I love Rhiannon! I love the lyrics. The meaning. The way Stevie says "Rhiannon". It seems to be the soundtrack to my life. My killings. Cordelia continues to be unaware that this is the third time I've killed her since Tuesday. I think I have a problem. Maybe it's because it brings me some sort of twisted joy or maybe it's because Fiona's voice is filling my head. She has some grudge against her still, even though she's killed her already. I'll get the same thing over and over. "Kill the witch" or "The knife is in the kitchen". I'm going insane. My thoughts are jumbled and scattered. They seem to come and go. I can spend my entire day curled up in a ball, waiting for the kill. My thoughts are no longer my own, they are hers. My somewhat good intentions are turned into death plans for my former mother. I am no longer a woman of one brain, one heart and one body. I am the one who dabbles between the line of life and death. I can see the academy, through her eyes. I can see when she stops in the mirror to gaze at her complexion. You could call it beauty, I call it vain. I can also see in her soul. She's killed so many. However, there is no remorse. No tiny speck of guilt. Which makes me ask, "Who is the insane one here? The one that's going crazy, or the one making her go crazy?"
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Her Coven: My Coven Book 2
FanfictionSequel to My Coven. In the second of (hopefully) many books on the Topic of Gisla, Cordelia, and Fiona. Will be switching perspectives. Fiona has now been running the coven for several years. She hasn't changed much since we last saw her. Still dem...
