A Secret History of Witches

by Louisa Morgan

It was no use. He was almost too handsome, with a delicate nose and a finely cut chin. She collected herself enough to name a price, and he replaced his cap so he could plunge his hand into his pocket for the money. As he placed the coins in her hand, the touch of his skin sent a thrill up her arm.

We have to be clever. We have to let men think they are stronger, smarter, wiser than women.”

“Morwen, this is the way life is. It is both too long and much too brief, sometimes sweet, often bitter. Try not to feel bad about it. Remember that we women of the craft have more power over it than most. And remember that there is power in words. Power in ritual.”