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“Look upon it,” Forest hissed. “See how they cut down the trees, dirty our water, burn our nests and burrows. They are a plague killing our magic, our very souls.” He shook his small fist. “And now they are here, upon our last sanctuary.”
harnessed up.” Abitha stepped over to where the yoke hung on the rail. The yoke was made of wood, iron, and leather and looked heavy. She gave
“I cannot. I just cannot!”
Me
“But who are you? How can I not be wary, not be fearful that you are devil or demon? That if I give too much of myself to you, that you will own my soul? Is that not fair to say given that you, yourself, know not who you are?”
God, Abitha is so smart?!?
“It is time to be magnificent.”
Oh my God, that’s amazing.
“This is about blood. This is about hunting Wallace down and killing him even if it takes my last breath. Two eyes for an eye. If I can kill him twice, three times, four times, I’ll do it, and each time I will dance a jig of joy upon his bloody corpse.” She wiped the snot from her upper lip. “I want to burn them to the ground. All of them. All of it. Their church, their commandments, their covenants, their rules, edicts, and laws, their fields, their homes, and most of all their fucking bonnets and aprons. I want to hollow them out, make them know what it is to lose everything, everything, to
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every breath, Abitha managed to be astounded by the impossible: a Puritan minister and the Devil praying together, praying to Jesus and Mother Earth and who knew what else, all in an effort to save her. She would’ve laughed long and loud if she but could; instead she coughed and spat up more blood.
