The Bane Witch

by Ava Morgyn

Maybe I’m no good for men anymore. Maybe I never was.

A very little poison can do a world of good. It’s all about how you apply it.”

“We are a family of crows,” she told me. “Don’t forget that. The other children you know, they’re hawks or sparrows, doves or starlings. But you, dear girl, are a crow. Do you know what sets a crow apart?” I shook my head. “Crows feed on what others can’t.” She stared down at me. “Including other birds.”

“We don’t fear men in this house,” she tells me. “Men fear us.”

I am surrounded by women far deadlier than I, women whose understanding and experience of our gifts outweigh my own.