Payback's a Witch (The Witches of Thistle Grove #1)

by Lana Harper

At best, we’d been fellow celestial bodies whose orbits coincided at regular intervals.

And I had always been the kind of ambitious that demanded the culmination of becoming Someone. I craved the validation of high achievement, the sense of wielding control over your own life. The fulfillment you could find only through setting up lofty goals for yourself, then knocking them down one by one.

Because obviously this level of abject fuckery could not be allowed to stand.”

Angelcake McSparklepony

“I’m in, witches. Let’s run amok.”

The terse courtesy had a pronounced tinge of “keep my kid’s name out of your mouth,” an even more implicit “bitch” hovering just beyond.

Remember when we went swimming in the water tower à la the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, like that was ever gonna end well?”

My horoscope app had not seen fit to warn me of this incoming emotional reckoning—one star.

“You know what Yoda said about trying,” she said, muffled. “It’s for fucking losers.”

Then the Blackmoore matriarch’s shrill voice pierced the quiet, Igraine being terminally incapable of calming her tits in any situation not proceeding according to her design.