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September 26 - October 15, 2025
“How does he keep forgetting I’m a witch?” Mika wanted to know. “He had to have known I could spell the door open!” “What did he expect us to do inside a pantry anyway?” Mika couldn’t resist teasing him. “You can’t think of a single thing?” She’d been hoping for a blush or a comically horrified look, but instead he held her gaze for a moment, his eyes dark, and she was the one who looked away first.
“Primrose, please tell me you weren’t one of the witches who cast that spell!” Primrose’s expression was glacial. “You really do have the most irregular ideas,” she said severely. “You may find this hard to believe, Mika, but I was not alive four hundred years ago.
She longed for Nowhere House.
“I could have another hundred years with Ken and still want more,” Ian said simply.
“It’s just that Ian may have miscalculated this time. If anyone has the power to tear me apart, I think it’s her.”
“Mika has been so deeply hurt that she has taught herself to run before she can lay down roots, but the thing you have to remember, Jamie, is that when someone leaves, all you can do is leave a window open for them so that one day, if they choose, they can come back.”
Magic did so love to be used.
“Magic is a witch’s familiar. It likes attention. I’ve told you before about how it can be mischievous if it doesn’t get the attention it wants, but most of the time, it’s a loyal friend that tries to help.
“Who said anything about transforming the world?” He shrugged. “What about just making it a little better? And then a little better? And then a little more, until, one day, maybe long after we’re gone, it has transformed? You deserve more than what you’re allowing yourself to have.”
She tasted like sea salt and sugar, and lightning, too, if lightning had a taste. The cold wind, the past and the future, the terrible secrets he had been guarding—none of it mattered. Christ, he was drowning, and he didn’t ever want to come back to the surface. She was pressed so hard against him that he could feel her heart racing right beside his.
“I thought you didn’t want me,” she said, the end of the statement curling up like a question. He rolled his eyes. “I don’t think there’s been a single moment since the day you told me we’re all made up of stardust that I haven’t wanted you.”
“It’s not always enough to go looking for the place we belong,” Jamie said, his eyes on the house ahead. “Sometimes we need to make that place.”
We can all be irregular together.” “Maybe we could have our own Very Secret Society of Witches,” Rosetta offered. “Yes!” Altamira cried. “Just for the four of us!” “The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches,” Terracotta said, grinning. “What do you think, Mika?” “I think it’s perfect,” said Mika, her heart too full to say anything more.
there were some things she couldn’t ignore even then. Some irksome, devastatingly attractive, Jamie-shaped things.
Terracotta looked at Jamie out of the corner of her eye and blew out a breath. “I know I shouldn’t have done it. I am sorry.” “Are you?” Jamie asked shrewdly. “Or are you just saying you are because you think it’s what we want to hear?” “I’m not terribly sorry right this minute,” Terracotta admitted, a little sheepishly. “I told her I didn’t steal that puzzle, but she wouldn’t believe me. But I went too far, and I know I’ll be sorry in a little while, so I didn’t see any harm in getting a head start on the apology part.” Rosetta tried and failed to stifle a giggle. Even Jamie’s mouth twitched.
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He recalibrated, clenching his fists at his sides because the temptation to touch her was almost irresistible.
I want you, Mika. There are a million things that make you you,
It’s a leap of faith to love people and let yourself be loved. It’s closing your eyes, stepping off a ledge into nothing, and trusting that you’ll fly rather than fall.
He was the purest alchemy, lead to gold.
Each time he looked at her, it was like he was looking at her for the first time, and each time he looked at her like that, she was lost.
Danger rarely wore a monstrous face and a wielded a pitchfork. No, danger came most often in the form of people like Edward, 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.
“I know you hate people, so I won’t pester you to come outside,” she said. “I’ll just say, once, that I would love it if you did.” “I don’t hate people!” “You do,” Mika said lovingly. “You have the soul of a cantankerous old man who yells at little kids to get off his lawn.” Jamie obviously felt this was unjust. “Kids are the only people I like!”
The corner of his mouth lifted in a smile, the smile he only ever gave her, the one that crept slowly into his eyes and lit them up like the sun. Her heart kicked in her chest. She’d never seen him look at anyone the way he looked at her. Who needed words?
“If I loved you less,” he said quietly, the words no less true for the laugh that threaded through his voice, “I might be able to talk about it more.”
She, Mika Moon, would not be the witch who transformed the world, but she was making it a little better, day by day.
