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“It was being pulled away by the Great Spider.” “Not spider,” Hetty corrected, dragging her left finger to make new lines in the dirt. “The Great Weaver is the one who creates the thread of life, measures it, and cuts it when your time is done.”
we don’t need to make a monster out of a mere mortal.” “Too late,” Hetty said. “Only a monster could have done this.”
One thing remained consistent: Sorcery was for white folks. Mostly because there were laws that prevented anyone who wasn’t white from learning.
Laws, after all, were only words printed on paper. The consequences of ignoring them were left up to interpretation.
They had this idea that magic existed to make their lives easier.
The magic Hetty’s mother taught her was a mixture of lore brought over from Africa, from the West Indies, and even from the native peoples of this land. Mingled together, it created a magic system that was greater than the sum of its parts. It incorporated traditions that found ways to brew magic with herbs, to enchant candles for protection, to use song to rejuvenate, and, most important, to develop sigils from the constellations.
While the selections of most of the goods were far more expensive than she cared for, she only came here for fabric, since the shop had the highest quality. When she had commissions from the rich ladies up on Society Hill, Hetty came here to purchase fabrics, knowing the good quality would only further elevate her work.
Repeated line and for why
“Life rolls on.” Benjy shrugged. “It’s too big to slow down or to pause over something as commonplace as death.”
“We belong nowhere. Our past is stolen, our present is lost, and our future hangs in the balance. That won’t change for a long, long time. This country thrived with our people in chains. You think it’ll take just a few years to change all that?”
Sorcery overpowered. It devoured. It put people in chains and destroyed nations in the name of gold. It sucked resources from foreign lands in the name of spices and trade routes and allowed untold horrors to continue unchecked.
