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Call it intuition, call it hope, or delusion, but Marigold knows she is not meant to live a life like that of her mother.
He has all that he wanted and did nothing to deserve it.
She scrunches her nose in a way that makes her look like a lapdog, so says her mother. A bitch, Aster once said before she knew exactly what that word meant. Marigold laughed then—what is so wrong about being a bitch? It is the closest a girl can be to a wolf.
“I am not married because I have yet to find someone who makes me feel seen.”
But what happens when the girl keeps living, when she ages proudly and defiantly, without abandoning imagination, or stories, or that secret wish to find magic wherever it hides?
It is better to be lost in a beautiful daydream than trapped in a dim reality.
“A life spent on only the pursuit of power is not worthy of eternity.
“It is your life and it is your choice, Marigold. Completely your choice.
“Put away all thoughts of anyone else’s expectations. Only you have the right to decide your own fate.”
“I’m afraid it will get worse before it gets better, but I can promise you it is worth it.”
She does not turn away. She does not look down. She stands tall and proud and certain that she did the right thing for herself.
She is terribly worried that in the painting of this world, she will be a blemish instead of a bloom.
If not a source of comfort, she is nothing.
“You were made for this. You belong here.”
A Honey Witch provides women with choice—something they are all too often denied.
There have been moments when Marigold feels too small for her own body, like she should be larger, taking up more space in the world. And then she finds herself shrinking into a child again, mesmerized by the sun and frightened of the dark.
“What any woman wants for herself is not for you to decide.
For the moment, she feels nothing. And then, the knowing comes, and she feels everything all at once.
Prying is my strongest talent.”
It feels strange to call it love now. It was hardly so grand—it was merely someone else giving her permission to love herself, and then trying to take that away.
Spite is a uniquely powerful motivator.
