Forrest Formichelli

“The stream of orbs rises in the sky and floats northeast. I shiver despite the climate, wondering what kind of magick controls them. If Lucifer allowed them to be released, it cannot be good. And what if, whoever is orchestrating this, their aim for me is as Mother foresees? Are we flying into a trap?”
― Tricia Copeland, To Be a Fae Queen

“She peeped through one of the small holes in the outer wall rising up from the walkway. The world on the outside was nothing but countryside now. Dirt roads, like chocolate ribbons, disappeared into woods or green fields in the distance.”
― Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

“One would be very fortunate in life, if they had choices… not ultimatums.”
― Rohith S. Katbamna, Gulab

“Alexandra Malkovic woke out of the nightmare that had bedevilled her sleep for days. She sat up, shivering, her heart thumping. For a few seconds she could not recognise her surroundings, then the outlines of the sparse furnishings of the room solidified in the faint moonlight coming through a gap in the curtains. This was her room in the house they had commandeered in Bihac, the city Tito’s Partisans had captured after a bitter battle a few weeks before Christmas – a battle in which she had played an important part. This was safety, an end to the long weeks on the march, sleeping on the hard ground, alert always to the sound of movement in the surrounding forest and the distant howling of wolves. So why could she not sleep in peace?”
― Holly Green, A Call to Home