That does make sense? A sort of calm before the storm. [Rosamund nods.] I suppose in my case everything went very well for many years, and then it went terrible all at once, and just kept getting worse from there.

Though, this is a very different sort of terrible. Rather underhanded. [Not like monsters and wars and the forces that made your worlds turning their backs on you.] Is it more like this where you're from, or a general sort of...open-book evil?