Two for Tea: Welcome to Azathé (Cambric Creek #4)

by C.M. Nascosta

‘We walk to the noose with our heads held high, for we do not walk alone.’ That is the strength of a witch. It is only when she forgets her sisters and her calling that our work is corrupted. You are young on your path and heavy with grief. You only need to find a coven who will nurture the witch you are, not demand you conform to their standards. Do you understand? The time is coming, Harper Hollingsworth. I swear it.”

“The strength of that ache is the tenacity of love, and it never fades.” His voice, so full of vehemence just a short while ago, was now somber, gentled, but no less full of conviction. “What does happen, is that your heart will heal around it. Yes? It’s not something that ever goes away, and like any bruise, to poke it will ache. But your heart will grow around it, protecting it, and it simply becomes a part of you. Don’t ever expect that ache to go away, little one. But stop considering it a negative thing. Grief is a gift. Do you understand?”

“Yes . . . maybe.” “Maybe is good enough. Maybe is all we ever have. The truth of unknowable things is that they are forever unknowable. All we can do is study and take our strength where we can. That is the power of a witch.”

Others may be disappointed in the path you forge for yourself, but you must remember that their disappointment belongs to them and them alone. It is not yours to manage.

A collection of parts. She had made all of the appropriate noises and agreements until Morgan was mollified, as a good sister should. She still didn’t understand it though. He has a very upright skeleton! She has a complete set of teeth! They have the correct number of fingers, well done!

Mark me down as scared AND horny. Like, so SO horny.

“She is an incredibly gifted witch,” he agreed. “Not great at the social aspect, but that’s window dressing. The courage of one’s convictions is more important than their ability to engage in pointless small talk.”