#witch

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 in as much sorcery as that, you must regret the days of witch-burners, Carew." Carew said quietly, "No. Witch-burners were barbarous blunderers. If I wanted to suppress a dangerous letter, could I do it by burning the envelope and leaving the letter loose? The witch would come back unchanged; I should merely have postponed the danger until another time and place. And have further handicapped myself to meet it, by depriving the witch, by violent death, of the years allotted her, or him, for evolution." Joseph said with dry humor, "She might not have used them for that, Carew. At least not for your idea of it." Carew shrugged. "That would be her responsibility, not mine. And, in any case, she would be that many years nearer the time of her inevitable change." This time Joseph did not answer, only smiled. ↗

— Evangeline Walton

#spiritual-development #spiritual-evolution #witch #witch-hunts #witches

No war. Fight with your pen. Give your battle-cry in ink, and mark your dreams down on a page ↗

— Susan Fletcher

#witch-light #dreams

Ten years ago, 15 years ago, I think the church would have been asleep at the switch. This level of activism and engagement with the needs of society by local churches I never thought I'd see it in my lifetime. ↗

— Bill Hybels

#ago #asleep #been #church #churches

Never try to look into both eyes at the same time. Switch your gaze from one eye to the other. That signals warmth and sincerity. ↗

— Dorothy Sarnoff

#eye #eyes #gaze #into #look

Surface beauty: blond hair, blue eyes" - she was looking at me - "is always easy to recognize. But if someone is braver, stronger, smarter, that's harder to see." - Kendra Hilferty ↗

— Alex Flinn

#kendra-hilferty #witch #beauty

They took form in a bedroom, Khloe realized with a scowl. He noticed and gave her a sideways grin. Arrogant ass. Laugh it up, demon. ↗

— Lia Davis

#demi-god #demon #magic #the-divinities-series #witch

Only death can finish the fight, everything else only interrupts the fighting. ↗

— Andrzej Sapkowski

#fantasy #fiction #the-witcher #death

His power reached out to her like physical touch of a lover, sending tingles over her skin. His sculptured body moved in a sensual, yet deadly manner. Her hands itched to touch him, to feel his warm skin under her palms. She closed her eyes to stop the urge to go to him, shivered, and cursed her body for responding to him. ↗

— Lia Davis

#demon #paranormal-romance #the-divinities-series #witch #death

When he reached his own room again, he found Khloe curled up on his bed, asleep. He stood over her, watching her sleep peacefully for a few moments before taking a deep breath and moving to the other side of the bed. He sat down on top of the covers next to her and watched the rise and fall of her chest as she slept. He withdrew a leather bond journal from the nightstand drawer and tried to push Hecate’s words from his mind. Khloe is yours to deal with. ↗

— Lia Davis

#demon #magic #the-divinities-series #witch #death

She sagged against the wall, finding it hard to breathe. It wasn’t from fear. Gods, she hadn’t been that turned on in years. If that was her punishment, she was going to be lippy a little more often ↗

— Lia Davis

#demon #magic #paranormal-romance #the-divinities-series #witch