I know my purpose: To rid the world of evil, one bad guy at a time.
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When I turned twenty I took the oath to protect, and for the last five years Iâve kept that promise. Currently, Iâve got a gig as a kind of one-witch secret service to the British Prime Ministerâusing a combination of potions, spells, explosions, mind-reading, and general butt-kicking skills, Iâve saved him from so many assassins weâve quit counting. Umm, did I mention explosions? Yeah, well: we all have our talents, and mineâs combustion.
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After that recent incident when those stupid warlocks tried to sacrifice me, I decided Iâm going to write everything down. That way if some creep knocks me off, someone will know what happened. But hopefully this diary wonât be all about maiming and killing. Iâd like to write some sexy bits, too. Especially about Dr. Sam, whoâs smart, funny, adorable, everything Iâd want in a manâexcept heâs a warlock. Sorry, thatâs a big no-no in Bronwynâs book of dating material. I might as well face it: witches donât do so well in the boyfriend department. Somehow, men find me a tad intimidating. I canât imagine why.