And my tears were blood, and they left thier stain on my hands when I wiped my face. Then I lay flat on the stones, murmuring not prayers any longer but those inarticulate pleas we make to all that is powerful, all that is holy, all that may not exist by any and all names. Do not leave me alone here. Do not abandon me. I am in the witches place. It's the witches' place. Do not let me fall even farther than I have already fallen this night. Do not let it happen....Lestate, wake up. My favorite author Ann Rice, finally have some time to catch up own some reading, been traveling alot so to make the flights go by quicker pulled a few out of the library. I hate cold airports!!!!