Witchlings Quotes

“If a dragon could come pick her up right now, that would be great. Perfect timing.”
― Claribel A. Ortega, Witchlings

“Aw, nuts, we killed it again," said Thorn.”
― Claribel A. Ortega, Witchlings

“Hard work doesn’t guarantee success, only no regrets,”
― Claribel A. Ortega, Witchlings

“Didn't you notice how you've been able to do level-four and even level-five spells pretty much this whole time... Told you." Valley crossed her arms and smiled smugly.”
― Claribel A. Ortega, Witchlings

“I had a grand total of one good friend at school," Seven said, and her stomach turned at the use of the word had. Poppy had been her friend. Not anymore.
"That's one more than I ever had," Valley said, her cheeks bright pink... "I just wanted to be your friend but kept messing up and it made me angry.”
― Claribel A. Ortega, Witchlings

“They looked better than cool, they looked formidable, and prepared, and like...
"We look like a coven," Valley said.”
― Claribel A. Ortega, Witchlings

“As much as I want to hunt a Nightbeast, because, well, I'm me, I had, like, twenty separate nightmares about being eaten by one," Valley added.
"I had a dream about a Nightbeast too but it was super weird. It didn't eat me, but it turned into a baby and then I... rocked it to sleep?" Thorn said uncertainly.”
― Claribel A. Ortega, Witchlings

“Valley and Seven shared a giggle. Their first shared giggle in person. Heck had frozen over. There was at least one icicle.”
― Claribel A. Ortega, Witchlings

“NOT”
― Claribel A. Ortega, Witchlings

“are dealing with some pretty heavy burdens of their own. I did not want to add another. You’ve shown yourself to be capable of making hard decisions, Seven. The impossible task is not for the faint of heart, and it was invoked because of your bravery. I have a strong inkling you can handle this.” “I don’t know if I can do it on my own,” Seven said. The Gran looked right into Seven’s eyes. “You don’t have to do it on your own, Seven. You are never alone—remember that. Even if the people you love and count on can’t be by your side, they are always in your heart. We will all keep a closer eye on Beefy and his magic; there are ways to keep him close to home. I know you will figure out the impossible task with Thorn and Valley. Let them help you.” The Uncle came back into the room with Valley and Thorn, talking loudly about the wonders of crystal spheres, and Seven hid the bird in her cloak. She felt terrible about being singled out. She didn’t want to be responsible for making that kind of choice. It was a lot to put on her shoulders. “Rulean, come. We must prepare healing tonics for the Witchlings to take tonight so their wounds don’t get infected.” A staircase appeared in the ground, and she floated down to some unknown room, the Town Uncle following close behind. The moment they’d left, Valley erupted. “Great, another thing to worry about,” Valley said.”
― Claribel A. Ortega, Witchlings

“heinous?”
― Claribel A. Ortega, Witchlings

“Seven lumbered up the final stretch of the hill and wondered at how different things looked up here compared with the rest of Ravenskill. All the foliage was neatly trimmed, in bright, beautiful colors, the roads devoid of even one small weed and paved in fancy yellow brick that began down by the waterfront. Instead of house numbers like where Seven lived, signs reading things like Mango Estate and Snowcap House pointed to the various houses. It was less cold here too, a soft breeze warming the air around her. It even smelled nicer, and Seven wondered, quite angrily, if this whole section of town had been enchanted. She knew how much magic and effort that much enchantment took, and she could think of a few places where their resources would be of better use, especially if witches like Pixel were going hungry. Everything felt rigged and unfair, and Seven couldn’t help but feel powerless.”
― Claribel A. Ortega, Witchlings

“It's the only forest around here with caves, and I'm pretty sure the Nightbeast is currently hibernating. Otherwise, it would be roaming around freely and eating witches." Valley smirked.”
― Claribel A. Ortega, Witchlings