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 Iโve kept that promise.ย Currently, Iโve got a gig as a kind of one-witch secret service to the British Prime Ministerโusing a combination of potions, spells, explosions, mind-reading, and general butt-kicking skills, Iโve saved him from so many assassins weโve quit counting. Umm, did I mention explosions?ย Yeah, well: we all have our talents, and mineโs combustion.
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After that recent incident when those stupid warlocks tried to sacrifice me, I decided Iโm going to write everything down. That way if some creep knocks me off, someone will know what happened.ย But hopefully this diary wonโt be all about maiming and killing. Iโd like to write some sexy bits, too.ย Especially about Dr. Sam, whoโs smart, funny, adorable, everything Iโd want in a manโexcept heโs a warlock. Sorry, thatโs a big no-no in Bronwynโs book of dating material.ย I might as well face it: witches donโt do so well in the boyfriend department.ย Somehow, men find me a tad intimidating. I canโt imagine why.