- Beauty is fleeting, power is vulnerable. I will not risk the latter for the former.
- I will use my magic mirror for spying on my enemies rather than for vain attempts at preserving my position as fairest in the land.
- I will not fret over the comparative beauty of the Hero’s True Love or any Beautiful Yet Innocent kinfolk. They may be attractive enough for peasant wenches/quivering maidens; but I am The Evil Empress, and there is no comparison.
- I will not bed the Hunky Hero before my plan is executed, unless having him believe I am carrying his child gives me a decisive advantage.
- While seduction has its place in my vast arsenal, I realize that “evil” and “skanky” are not mutually inclusive. Royal Dressmakers unable to realize this fact will be flayed alive in the presence of their replacements.
- I will wear flats, or better yet, running shoes when executing crucial plans.
- My slinky sorceress’ robe will have a chain mail foundation garment, at minimum.
- I will not be put off by the Hero’s rebuffs of my sensual advances. If he doesn’t succumb to me, I will not fly into a jealous rage. Instead, I’ll shrug my shoulders, send him on his way, and have him picked off as he exits the fortress.
- Where winks, suggestive remarks, and body language won’t get me what I want, a well aimed semi-automatic will.
Many, many more following the above.