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