First came the Snake Witch, tall and stern, who carried a silver serpent wound over her tawny arm like a cuff. Then came the Dream Witch, with brown skin and lush curls, winking as she pressed one finger to her lips like she was about to share a fantastic secret. The Dream Witch was her mother’s favorite. Last came the Rose Witch, barely a teenager, with sunny features and a crown of rosebuds nestled in her golden hair.
