The Once and Future Witches

by Alix E. Harrow

She’s asking: Aren’t you tired yet? Of being cast down and cast aside? Of making do with crumbs when once we wore crowns? She’s asking: Aren’t you angry yet?

“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.”

We may be either beloved or burned, but never trusted with any degree of power.”

I don’t know what your man or your god has told you, but there’s no sin to it.

Period

Juniper wonders how a man like that—all pinkish and wet, like something recently shelled—could get elected to anything.

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