Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery

by Brom

“Angels must often do dark deeds in the name of the Lord.”

“That is not what you want, that is what you need. You are not made out of needs, you are made out of your dreams and desires. What is it you wish and dream of?”

“Life is nothing but riddles … we spend our whole lives puzzling them out. Sadly, as soon as we find the answer, the riddle changes. Does it not?”

“Abitha is dead, they killed her, all that is left is wrath and malice … my restless soul.

The serpent closed in, closer and closer, its lethal promise igniting something deep within Abitha’s breast: the primordial need of every creature that has ever been hurt by another—the need to bite back.

A hard grimace set on Abitha’s face. “If it is a witch they want,” she hissed, “then a witch they shall have.”