Holly girl, you are all too human, I can assure you. Prickly and awkward and human, because that’s what witches are – human, that is, not necessarily the prickly and annoying bit. That’s just you.

There exists indeed an opposition to it [building of UVA, Jefferson’s secular college] by the friends of William and Mary, which is not strong. The most restive is that of the priests of the different...

In his refusal to believe in anything supernatural or inherently evil, he was as unrealistic as an old voodoo queen who sees spirits everywhere.

Burning the witch Giordano Bruno is one more wound inflicted on Christ’s body.

Tell me, Mrs. Moon, will your need for sustenance trouble you on this excursion? How often do you need to feed?” I couldn’t tell whether his interest was scientific, or whether he was afraid I...

That girl is just plain crazy,” Chey said as she looped her arm through Arkadia’s. ‘I swear when they were handing out social skills she was still in the line for shoes.

The book did not say anything about a statue, valuable or otherwise, and so I stopped reading about the Bombinating Beast and got interested in the chapter about the Stain’d witches, who had ink instead...

The people who run the circus kidnapped us from our parents. Since we got here, we have all been working in the circus. We can’t see any of our mummies or kiss them OR cuddle...

A sudden intake of breath escaped her as soon as his lips touched the backs of her fingers. His rose birthmark tingled as if awakened.

I have been speaking to you all of your life. In the gurgle of a tide pool, I breathed myself into you. I drew you down from the trees and I lifted you onto your...

…I’m hanging onto my sanity by a thread. I’ll have you up against this tree and be inside you in about one second.

Weave the circle, tightly sewn,Let nothing evil or unknownEnter within. Stay withoutOn pain of death, we cast you out.

And people think she killed him?” said Miss Tick. She sighed. “They probably think she cooked him in the oven, or something.””They never actually said,” said Tiffany. “But I think it was something like that,...

He couldn’t stop staring at her cleavage…The vee in between beckoned him like a bee to nectar.

You are kind, caring and intrinsically good. I am hateful, vengeful and intrinsically evil.

Quincy laughed. “If I were Elizabeth I shouldn’t thank either of you for that comforting diagnosis. Would it do any good to open Aunt Sarai’s grave and drive a stake through her? If you believe...

Wynn picked up the note, unfolded it, and read aloud. “‘Call Wynnie-the-Pooh. Out of salt. Important. Dig on Coleman, Garvey/CG Towers, Uncle Griffin. Paris. Bank for box.

The only other guest in the room was sprawled atop a corner table in the shadows. He was snoring away amidst a rather impressive assortment of empty mugs. The round shield wedged beneath one arm...

If you use magic outside the school, we are going to get into more trouble than ever. I’m still not allowed to eat sweets after the last trouble we got into. They will lock us...

What do you think we should do about Sampson?” I asked.”I would have to say…stop him,” Sam said.”How?” I asked her.”Someone who is as powerful and as smart and crazy as he is should do...

Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring winds, fresh as the breath of clover rising from twilight fields, she flew.

The cane leaves a mark on your flesh for a few hours, a day or two. The good answers to the questions leave a mark on your brain for many years, sometimes even for life,”...

Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting, Lizard’s leg, and owlet’s wing,— For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and...

But a girl starting out in life might well say to herself: ‘Is this it? You worked hard and denied yourself things and what you got at the end was hard work and self-denial?

I was born on the night of Samhain, when the barrier between the worlds is whisper-thin and when magic, old magic, sings its heady and sweet song to anyone who cares to hear it.

A ghostly voice shivered along my spine, whispering, “We shall meet soon, bèt nan bwa.

I’ll never turn her away, Clyde. She’s my mate. I’ll protect her till my dying breath. I’ll even swallow my pride and ask a favor as momentous as the one I just asked of a...

You see, a witch has to have a familiar, some little animal like a cat or a toad. He helps her somehow. When the witch dies the familiar is suppose to die too, but sometimes...

Oh! Dione of Opalescent Skin Ethereal. Your oospheric containment disperses argentous streams of velvety rays that cradle recesses of soul in gossamer of beatific visions.La Luna! Your enigmatic smile. Your watery countenance stirs the imagination...

If your going to be a jackass then do it outside of your home, as your home is supposed to be a place of love and safety, it’s your sanctuary from the outside world. The...

La strega prese l’ostia e la mise controluce, quando la mangiò si appiccicò al palato.Lui le diede il vino. “Qui ci sono i segreti del mondo.”La strega bevve. “Ecco perché sa di aceto.

Hubert’s wife, Mindy, was a tiny powerhouse of a woman with a halo of wild blond hair and eye makeup so complex it took me a while to locate her pupils. She was clearly the...

There weren’t always happy endings and children would do well to know that vile things could happen to them, that witches and wolves were desperate to steal them should they be disobedient or foolish or...

Joel’s face swam across my vision and I blinked, goose bumps running up my arms. I shook his memory away, determined to stay focused, although my heart caved at the thought of his last words...

Witches were a bit like cats. They didn’t much like one another’s company but they did like to know where all the other witches were, just in case they needed them. And what you might...

There are some secrets darker than witchcraft.” – Aunt Dora

Those old hypocrites. They talk about killing witches but the Good Book’s full of magic. Turning the Nile to blood and parting the Red Sea. What’s that if it’s not good old-fashioned magic? Want a...

Was I altering the ‘space-time continuum’ or whatever they called it in time travel movies, just by existing right now? Perhaps I’d accidentally kill a mosquito that might have given some famous person a disease...

A Guardian lover is the last thing you need, Wynn Myfanwy, she told herself sternly.Too bad it was the very first thing she wanted.

Sir Bedevere: “Tell me, what do you do with witches?” Crowd: “Burn, burn them up!” Sir Bedevere: “And what do you burn apart from witches?” Villager: “More witches!

Please? begged Julia as she walked toward the door. But Mikolay grabbed her hand and whispered:Lets just see where the shadow is going and after that, we can go right home.Mikolay and Julia carefully moved...

The slam of a car door drew her attention to a new arrival. Maxville Deputy Sheriff Zach Manus emerged from his unmarked 2011 Camaro and stalked toward them. Deep sorrow and anger laced across his...

The kitchen of the Big House was always one of my favorite places. Airy and sunny. No modern cabinets or anything like that. Just a room full of windows, set into wise, worn walls.

I’m not like Wolverine, but I can heal fast.

When, however, one reads of a witch being ducked, of a woman possessed by devils, of a wise woman selling herbs, or even of a very remarkable man who had a mother, then I think...

The English, by and large, being a crass and indolent race, were not as keen on burning women as other countries in Europe.

The moment this is over, you’re mine,” Diesel all but groaned, keeping his eyes on the road so he wouldn’t pull over and take her right there.”No, wolf, you’re mine.”the look on his face went...

For many, many years.” The crooked smile on Trent’s mouth sent a shiver throughout my body. He was utterly dangerous when he wanted to be.

Wynn really hoped the squeal that followed her announcement came from Ella, because if Kees had made that sound, she feared for his testicles.

Tell me what you felt when you first looked at me, Branwyn,” he persisted, apparently oblivious to their audience. “What you feel now.”The memory shook her with its intensity. “I saw light. I felt fire....