witch

My path will weaveThe way you sayThere is no doubtYou'll create the way

Crazy is such a misunderstood term. I like to think that I march to the beat of my own drummer.

The witch knew who had killed her and she snatched pieces of time, here and there, from the business of dying, to make her revenge.

To go home, you usually will use that door over there." I looked where Trom gestured and saw empty space."What door?" I asked."Oh, sorry. Until you go through your closet door for the first time there won't be a door there.""So then what do I use now?" I asked."You use that door." I looked and this time what he showed me was a door-only it looked like a pet door."Is that an oversized pet door?" I asked.

Bad leather, Viking gods should be naked.

Devil__ WishA bowl of spellsSwirls a mixSmoke and bubblesSeek the fixYoung boy's eyeAnd fever fewWitches grassSome mandrake root

A long time ago I lived in Lisbon,' she said, in softly slurred Portuguese that made the name of the city Leesh-boa. 'But before that, meus neto, my tribe was in the mountains where there are only old things, like the trees and the rocks and the streams. There are truths to be learned from the old things -' She hesitated, and her brown, shrunken claw closed over Pete's hand. 'Do you know the truth, Pedrinho?'("Before I Wake...")

Not every winged Creature is considered a bird or a bat. Some wings are made of magic.- Raani York _ 2013 -

I thought you guys could detect witches." Jonathan muttered as soon as he got over his shock at seeing two people materialise in front of him. The wiccan sat on the floor, his shoulder being strapped with a makeshift bandage, by the ever-practical Ian."We detect magic, not witches." Hunter clarified. "We can't feel anything out of the ordinary, unless they start casting.""Oh fantastic!" Jonathan groaned. "I'll remember that excuse later.

It was Jaenelle's voice, but...She was medium height, slender, and fair-skinned. Her gold mane--not quite hair and not quite fur--was brushed up and back from her exotic face and didn't hide the delicately pointed ears. In the center of her forehead was a tiny, spiral horn. A narrow strip of gold fur traced her spine, ending in a small gold and white fawn tail that flicked over her bare buttocks. The legs were human and shapely, but changed below the calf. Instead of feet, she had dainty horse's hooves. Her human hands had sheathed claws like a cat's. As she shifted position to slip another shard into place, he saw the small, round breasts, the feminine curve of waist and hips, the dark-gold triangle of hair between her legs.Who...?But he knew. Even before she walked over and looked at him, even before he saw the feral intelligence in those ancient, haunted sapphire eyes, he knew. Terrifying and beautiful. Human and Other. Gentle and violent. Innocent and wise.*I am Witch,* she said, a small, defiant quiver in her voice.*I know.* His voice had a seductive throb in it, a hunger he couldn't control or mask.

Cursed, I was cursed, and my mother said she__ given up magic for good, said it was a terrible thing, but she wasn__ above using it to keep me at her side, and she__ a hypocrite, a liar, a fraud and phony, and I hate her I hate her I hate her!

If I am going to be a monster, the least I could do is be well fed!

His true nature, leopard, knight, and prince__ust as you see the Wyr in me, I see the Djinn in you.

Listen to the earth, Feel the fire. Allow the power to flow through ye.

Stop looking at my mouth._ His eyes darkened, as she saw his pupils dilate. He mouthed back, just as silently. __hat if I don__ want to stop looking at your mouth?

I didn__ know I was looking for you, but I was,_ he whispered.

Every spell is a journey.

This witch had been crafted from the darkness between the stars.