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Some stories begin at the beginning and others begin at the end, but all the best stories begin in a library.
This was the moment that revealed how you had walked through the world, with kindness or with fear, with your heart open or closed.
Those were the days when witchery was forbidden and women were harshly punished, judged to be dangerous creatures if they talked too much, or read books, or did their best to protect themselves from harm.
Beware of love that was dishonest and disloyal, love that would lie to you and trick you, love that could break you and condemn you to sorrow, love that could never be trusted.
Once upon a time there were two sisters, as different from each other as night and day. In their family a sister was everything, your heart and soul, and here they were together on the last evening of Jet’s life, grateful to be so. Oh, seven days. Oh, beautiful world. Oh, how lucky they were.
Life all happened so quickly; people tell you it will, but you won’t believe it until it happens to you. Cry all you want, being young will slip through your hands and you will be left standing there, you who were once so young, not recognizing yourself or your life.
Words were everything, stories were more powerful than any weapon, books changed lives.
There was a ring around the rising moon, a sign of trouble to come.
Sometimes the cupboard holding the most lethal of the texts rattled, the books inside raging against being locked up and kept in the dark, though it was for their own good and the good of others.
Books were everything to him. They had saved his life.
“I didn’t run away. I ran to you,”
That was why women had been illiterate for so long; reading and writing gave power, and power was what had been so often denied to women.
A woman with knowledge, one who could read and write, and who spoke her own mind had always been considered dangerous.
Save a man once, and you have a heart. Save him twice and he has yours.
Human history is the history of magic, in Egypt and Greece, in the tombs of red-haired women buried with amulets and herbs on the steppes of Russia, here, in the fens, where women were found a thousand years after they’d been drowned with black stones in their mouths.
The future rises from the ashes of the past, Begin at the beginning and end at the end. To have a blessed future, dispose of a cursed past. Return it to its element, no matter how deep.
Words were everything, they built worlds
and destroyed them.
Write what you must, write what you will leave behind, write magic.
Harm no one. Know that what you give to the world will come back to you threefold. Fall in love whenever you can.
Unable are the Loved to die, for love is immortality,
Read as many books as you can. Choose courage over caution. Take time to visit libraries. Look for light in the darkness. Have faith in yourself. Know that love is what matters most.
