A Resistance of Witches

by Morgan Ryan

Thirty-four, she had informed her young charge, was exactly old enough to be taken seriously, but still young enough to be interesting.

“You have no talent for diplomacy. Your teachers tell me you are hardheaded, and honest to a fault. You bow to no one when you know you’re right, not even when doing so would save you pain and trouble. And when you have decided upon a thing, you will see it through to the end, even if it costs you dearly.”

“Witches,” she shouted, “defend your mistress!”

“Show me a world that does not hate a powerful woman, and I’ll show you a world without men.”

“There are Nazis everywhere. They just go by different names.”

We shared a body once before, she heard her mother say. I loved you then, long before we’d even met. I will always love you.