The Once and Future Witches

by Alix E. Harrow

wickedness was like beauty: in the eye of the beholder.

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 begins to believe that the words and ways are whichever ones a woman has, and that a witch is merely a woman who needs more than she has.