Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
Elphie clenched her fists and tried to keep from striking herself. "Liir gone too," she said. "I came here to make my apologies to Sarima and I lost Liir in the bargain. Am I good for nothing in this life?" (220.127.116.11)
But she was not a visionary. Behind the blue and white marbleized paper of the lake, beyond the watered silk of the sky, Elphaba couldn't see any deeper in. (18.104.22.168)
Virtually every campaign she'd set out for herself had ended in failure. . . .
The Witch would go and try to accomplish the task set out for herself fifteen years ago. Madame Morrible still waited to be killed. (5.5.66)