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“Dead men usually stay put.”
“Witching and women’s rights. Suffrage and spells. They’re both . . .” She gestures in midair again. “They’re both a kind of power, aren’t they? The kind we aren’t allowed to have.” The kind I want, says the hungry shine of her eyes.
Bella informs her that this is the precise reason why women’s dresses no longer have pockets, to show they bear no witch-ways or ill intentions, and Juniper responds that she has both, thank you very damn much.
We may be either beloved or burned, but never trusted with any degree of power.”
“If behind every witch is a woman wronged.”
But she should have known no man ever loved a woman’s strength—they only love the place where it runs out. They love a strong will finally broken, a straight spine bent.
she supposes a person doesn’t have to love their home in order to miss it.
Hungarian girl last Christmas cursed her handler so that the smallest ray of sunlight burned his flesh.
She thought survival was a selfish thing, a circle drawn tight around your heart. She thought the more people you let inside that circle the more ways the world had to hurt you, the more ways you could fail them and be failed in turn. But what if it’s the opposite, and there are more people to catch you when you fall? What if there’s an invisible tipping point somewhere along the way when one becomes three becomes infinite, when there are so many of you inside that circle that you become hydra-headed, invincible?
And if it hurts either way, surely she should at least enjoy the sin for which she suffers.
her hair is loose and long, her cheeks warm, her lips bitten pink. If this is the consequence of her sinfulness, perhaps she ought to sin more often.
Agnes’s man. What a novel, rather appealing arrangement, to own a man rather than being owned by him.
They are hours stolen out of time, unburdened by the future and unsullied by the past.
witchcraft isn’t one thing but many things, all the ways and words women have found to wreak their wills on the world.
She thinks how very tiresome it is to love and be loved. She can’t even risk her life properly, because it no longer belongs solely to her.
