The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches

by Sangu Mandanna

“That was some excellent Mary Poppins shit right there.”

So, fine, maybe he was almost fond of her. Fond-adjacent.

Forearms were invariably her ruin.

the nice people whose niceness only went so deep, who saved their niceness for people exactly like them, who believed they were more deserving of power and respect than anyone who was a little bit different.