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Amanda, You look at life Through the eyes of a child, And I don’t know where you got them, And it’s making me very uncomfortable. Please, stop.
You see, we’d been taught that the devil was the worst thing in the world, but we were too young to understand that there were worse things than the devil. We were too young to understand that their job was to convince us that the most natural thing in the world was
But for girls like us, down there at the Home, the devil turned out to be our only friend.
At the top, Rose and Hazel started in about how Virgos couldn’t overcome their egos, but that’s no problem for Leos, or Libras, and probably not Geminis, either.
Ive been attacked.
“Reading the wrong book is almost worse than not reading any book at all,”
Power is not a material possession that can be given. Power is the ability to act and that must always be taken, for no one will ever give that power to you.
Intention matters.
Fern tried to imagine Rose falling for anyone’s line.
“She’s crazy,” Zinnia said. “And if she’s not, that’s worse. Let’s go.”
I’ve been thinking that’s the best thing that could happen. Me and the baby just die. Then he can’t hurt us anymore.”
You can’t beg the world to do what you want. You can’t ask it nicely. You must bend it to your will.
“Okay,” Fern said, then turned to the other girls, who were staring up at her. “Well,” she said. “What’s God ever done for us anyway?”
“My appearance is the least of my qualities.”
“But,” Miss Parcae said, “power without mercy is cruelty. And isn’t that what you’re subjected to now?”
“They say we spoil milk and steal children,” Periwinkle continued. “That we murder the innocent and ruin crops. That we bring disease and eat human flesh. You know why they say all this?” “Because you’re witches?” Fern asked. “Because we’re women,” Periwinkle said. “Muslim, Christian, Hindu, Jew—the one thing they all have in common is that they hate us.
Magic is the opposite of intellectual thought. Magic springs from your emotions, unrestrained by the rules of the everyday. Logic says you cannot, you should not, you must. A witch obeys only one command: I will.
“She could come?” Fern said, so excited she talked right over Miss Parcae.
“Do you think witches are a charity? She’s probably already told you what she wants and you were too excited about magic to hear.”
but their friendship had become a habit.
so she’d become a secret that Fern would turn over and over in her mind for the rest of her life, like a knife with no handle, a knife that was all blade, a knife that would make her bleed every time she took it out.
Every price must be paid. So why do the same people pay it, over and over again? Why do the same people always bleed?
