The Once and Future Witches

by Alix E. Harrow

But all the caring was beaten and burned out of her, and now she’s just hate with a heartbeat.

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.

“If you want to blame someone for a fire, look for the men holding matches.”

I am terrified and I am terrible. I am fearful and I am something to be feared.

She knows that history digs a shallow grave, and that the past is always waiting to rise again.