"Probably not much cleaner," Aislin muttered. "A fool? Absolutely! I hate the man and everything he represents... a waste of what could have been a life full of purpose." She scowled. "He is a full twenty-five years my elder and yet I have accomplished at least five times what he has."
"As for his deathstick addiction, he never broke that," she added. "When I left eleven years ago, my parents were fighting over the money I made from working so my father could buy deathsticks and my mother could buy shoes!"
She rolled her eyes in disgust. "A pitiful excuse for parents. I've done much better without them. And would you believe they left the Cerulean Eye to rust in a garage heap twenty levels below ground?"
Last edited by Grace; 05-28-2007 at 03:49 PM.