The summer of discontent stretched into the autumn of mild disgruntlement, then the winter of mediocre apathy.

'The last thing people find in a witch-hunt is the witch. Its usually the ignorant sap minding his own business,' she remarked dryly.

'Is life really a series of moments or a giant string that is waiting to be uncoiled?' mused the muse to no one in particular.

They crept slowly through the courtyard, careful not to wake the wee beastie with the large fangs.

'Why worry?' The last thought that came to her mind as her head touched the pillow and sweet darkness claimed her.

'Life is about finding that one thing you are truly good at. Failing which we make do with a day job.' said Meredith sagely.

'A time to rest. Perchance to dream. Isn't that the old cliche of hope?' she smiled sardonically.

The blood-stained sword slipped from her fingers and slowly turned around. It had been a hard day of killing fools.

'Happiness is simple trick,' she said sagely, 'If you learn it, tell me how.'

'It doesn't have to perfect. It just has to be right,' she smiled as she put the well-worn pieces in place.