Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West (Wicked Years, #1)

by Gregory Maguire

The boys who came were somewhat disappointing;

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“It’s just possible,” considered Galinda, “that she didn’t like being recognized on account of her skin color.

“Boq, does she really mean that much to you?” “She is my world,” he answered. “Your world is too small if she is it.”

armless. The academic shawl over her shoulders was cunningly folded to soften the shock.

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The wickedness of men is that their power breeds stupidity and blindness,”

“Water is profoundly painful to me, as you well know, and I won’t discuss it again.

“I know you must remember Fiyero, and you have heard of his death. Fifteen years ago.” “Of course,” said she. “Well, I heard he died, under mysterious circumstances.” “I knew his wife,” said the Witch, “and his in-laws. It was suggested to me once that he had been carrying on an affair with you in the Emerald City.” Glinda turned yellow-pink. “My dear,” she said, “I was fond of Fiyero and he was a good man and a fine statesman. But among other things, you will remember he was dark-skinned.