The Weaver and the Witch Queen

by Genevieve Gornichec

I wonder what it’s like, Gunnhild thought, not to have a mother or a husband telling you what to do all the time. I wonder what it’s like to be a woman respected on her own, for her own skills, and not who she’s related to.

I don’t want to be taken care of, Gunnhild wanted to scream. I want to be free.

“And worse yet,” Heid went on, “was to see how you’re treated here, not because of anything you’ve done but because of the prophecies of one of my sisters. For that, I apologize.”

LOVE heid

“You are not a bad child. You are not a burden. I’m sorry that you’ve been made to feel that way.”

This is healing some shit in me