The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches

by Sangu Mandanna

Really, people didn’t deserve dogs.

Her eyes very round, seven-year-old Altamira said, with perfect gravity, “That was some excellent Mary Poppins shit right there.”

What—and he could not overstate this—the fuck?

“You okay, kid?” “I’m whatever okay is when you multiply it by a million,”

She hadn’t realised just how heavy her mask had been until she’d discovered what it was to live without it.

“I could have another hundred years with Ken and still want more,” Ian said simply.

“Home is worth finding,” he said quietly. “Even if it takes a while.”

It was too much and not enough and everything.