It's hard to believe you and William have created all this in less than a human year. Whatever those "state level competitions" were, I can only guess you walked away with your arms loaded with trophies and ribbons. wow.
I spent six hours of my life reading from the beginning, those two wooden chairs, that plate of autumn salad on the counter for guests...to now: the vampire, fairy, genie children cloned, hypnotized and sent forth. Yet William, William doesn't age, doesn't change, except to grow in evil and power.
I have learned much from this reading, this teaching. I didn't know you could kidnap other people's children. I had no idea there were so many skills and powers to turn to evil. So many ways to use others, defeat enemies that you have created, re-seduce fertile lovers cast aside. The blond hair that persists must be a sign, a sign of unnatural, counter-intuitive ascendance of this twisted power.
Is there a portrait of William in the attic that he doesn't look at? Or you, you Wiry the Watcher of Evil, maybe it would be better if you didn't look into mirrors...are you sure it was "the flu"? Are you coming out of it feeling transformed?
