Come to me my Hemlock drops,
Stir a little malice in,
Pennywort the heart will stop, on a bit of cinnamon.
a bit of Lake, a skin of snake, a drop of snow, a goblin's toe,
stir it deep and hatred keep the heart from beating in her sleep!
Prunella Laughed.
It was a sound that made Ernie the Night Watchman shiver.
The ghostly purple luminance faded from the crack under the door.
Ernie turned and rushed quietly off to wake and warn Grace Tenderstitch that Prunella was planning to poison her...evidently in her sleep.
2 comments:
love it, love it, love it. You keep me wanting more.
I don`t know how you come up with things,you should definatley write a book though! I love it,can`t wait to see what Grace & her crew come up with next,love your prim look,phylliso
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