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a66e711
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"Witches are naturally nosy," said Miss Tick, standing up. "Well, I must go. I hope we shall meet again. I will give you some free advice, though." "Will it cost me anything?" "What? I just said it was free!" said Miss Tick. "Yes, but my father said that free advice often turns out to be expensive," said Tiffany. Miss Tick sniffed. "You could say this advice is priceless," she said, "Are you listening?" "Yes," said Tiffany. "Good. Now...if you trust in yourself..." "Yes?" "...and believe in your dreams..." "Yes?" "...and follow your star..." Miss Tick went on. "Yes?" "...you'll still be beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy. Goodbye."
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witches
work
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Terry Pratchett |
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111fa2e
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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 we are on the track of a lost novelist, a suppressed poet, of some mute and inglorious Jane Austen, some Emily Bronte who dashed her brains out on the moor or mopped and mowed about the highways crazed with the torture that her gift had put her to. Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
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feminism
history
women
writing
witches
empowerment
dignity
social-norms
suppression
misogyny
women-writers
gender
persecution
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Virginia Woolf |
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71a00eb
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"Blessings be on this house," Granny said, perfunctorily. It was always a good opening remark for a witch. It concentrated people's minds on what other things might be on this house."
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witches
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Terry Pratchett |
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13955d1
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You are so young, Lyra, too young to understand this, but I shall tell you anyway and you'll understand it later: men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, clever; and they die almost at once. They die so soon that our hearts are continually racked with pain. We bear their children, who are witches if they are female, human if not; and then in the blink of an eye they are gone, felled, slain, lost. Our sons, too. When a little boy is growing, he thinks he is immortal. His mother knows he isn't. Each time becomes more painful, until finally your heart is broken. Perhaps that is when Yambe-Akka comes for you. She is older than the tundra. Perhaps, for her, witches' lives are as brief as men's are to us.
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witches
death
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Philip Pullman |
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f23af89
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Most witches don't believe in gods. They know that the gods exist, of course. They even deal with them occasionally. But they don't believe in them. They know them too well. It would be like believing in the postman.
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witches
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Terry Pratchett |
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e808394
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Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won
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witches
first-lines
opening-lines
william-shakespeare
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William Shakespeare |
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0632e42
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A witch ought never to be frightened in the darkest forest, Granny Weatherwax had once told her, because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.
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witches
witchcraft
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Terry Pratchett |
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937e0b6
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The first time I called myself a 'Witch' was the most magical moment of my life.
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witches
witch
witchcraft
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Margot Adler |
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849f268
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"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 bubble.
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shakespeare
witches
witch
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William Shakespeare |
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3640fde
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"My darling," she said at last, are you sure you don't mind being a mouse for the rest of your life?" "I don't mind at all" I said. It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like as long as somebody loves you."
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witches
|
Roald Dahl |
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87c5ea1
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Wisdom is one of the few things that looks bigger the further away it is.
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witches
wisdom
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Terry Pratchett |
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8f772ac
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I should have learned this, she thought. I wanted to learn fire, and pain, but I should have learned people.
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terry-pratchett
witches
life
truth
inspirational
tiffany-aching
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Terry Pratchett |
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41651f4
|
We feel cold, but we don't mind it, because we will not come to harm. And if we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn't feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars, or the music of the aurora, or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin. It's worth being cold for that.
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winter
nature
witches
moonlight
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Philip Pullman |
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3e48d5d
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I hate witches. Humans had the right idea, burning them at the stake.
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witches
funny
true-blood
sookie-stackhouse
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Charlaine Harris |
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5bccfb5
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There exists indeed an opposition to it [ ] by the friends of William and Mary, which is not strong. The most restive is that of the . In this the Presbyterian clergy take the lead. The tocsin is sounded in all their pulpits, and the first alarm denounced is against the particular creed of Doctr. Cooper; and as impudently denounced as if they really knew what it is. [ ]
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witches
science
duperies
fatal-harbinger
pulpit
religious-sects
william-and-mary
opposition
creed
university-of-virginia
presbyterian
priests
science-vs-religion
dread
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Thomas Jefferson |
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7f02aee
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At such times the universe gets a little closer to us. They are strange times, times of beginnings and endings. Dangerous and powerful. And we feel it even if we don't know what it is. These times are not necessarily good, and not necessarily bad. In fact, what they are depends on what *we* are.
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terry-pratchett
witches
life
truth
inspirational
tiffany-aching
|
Terry Pratchett |
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0c882ae
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"A Witch is born out of the true hungers of her time," she said. "I was born out of New York. The things that are most wrong here summoned me. ("Drink Entire: Against The Madness Of Crowds")"
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witches
witch
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Ray Bradbury |
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df0d97c
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I'm not a lady, I'm a witch.
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witches
never-been-a-lady
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Terry Pratchett |
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77ed07a
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You bet your Grannie's Panties I will.
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witches
paranormal-romance
|
Kim Harrison |
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3dcaaf9
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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 need them for was to tell you, as a friend, that you were beginning to cackle.
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witches
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Terry Pratchett |
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418ba77
|
Bug? You sack of sweat stink. I've got farts that smell sweeter than you. Think you're better than me? Poop ice cream cones, do you? Call me a bug! Rachel, let me do him now.
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witches
paranormal-romance
|
Kim Harrison |
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64c3539
|
For a witch stands on the very edge of everything, between the light and the dark, between life and death, making choices, making decisions so that others may pretend no decisions have even been needed. Sometimes they need to help some poor soul through the final hours, help them to find the door, not to get lost in the dark.
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witches
|
Terry Pratchett |
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73ee9a5
|
That's Third Thoughts for you. When a huge rock is going to land on your head, they're the thoughts that think: Is that an igneous rock, such as granite, or is it sandstone?
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witches
imagination
science
humor
perspicacity
tiffany-aching
geology
|
Terry Pratchett |
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d9d1a3a
|
"Wrong kind of witch." - Manon Blackbeak"
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|
witches
throne-of-glass
manon-blackbeak
hof
sarah-j-maas
tog
witch
|
Sarah J. Maas |
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c006eb6
|
But anyone with witch-blood in their veins was worth keeping an eye on. Or Thirteen.
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witches
pg107
manon-blackbeak
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Sarah J. Maas |
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5dd1d88
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I am a child of the poisonous wind that copulated with the East River on an oil-slick, garbage infested midnight. I turn about on my own parentage. I inoculate against those very biles that brought me to light. I am a serum born of venoms. I am the antibody of all Time. I am the Cure. You do of the City, do you not? Manhattan is your punisher, let me be you shield.
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witches
|
Ray Bradbury |
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1d2f087
|
"My mum translated this in her head to "witchfinder," which was good because like most West Africans, she considered witchfinding a more respectable profession than policeman."
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witches
west-african
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Ben Aaronovitch |
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66e5c18
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"I don't reckon it's allowed, going round setting fire to people," said Adam. "Otherwise people'd be doin' it all the time." "It's all right if you're religious," said Brian reassuringly. "And it stops the witches from goin' to Hell, so I expect they'd be quite grateful if they understood it properly."
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heaven
humour
witches
hell
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Terry Pratchett |
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1f29c6b
|
a dense wall of greenery bordered it, ...an impenetrable barrier of oaks, evergreen shrubs, blackberry that somehow resisted the frost, and thorns. In the defense department, the witches would make Sleeping Beauty's evil witch weep with jealousy.
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witches
sleeping-beauty
park
kate
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Ilona Andrews |
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7388567
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"Witch' is just a religion, okay? No baby-sacrificing, no Black Masses, no sending imps out to scare the dog-snot out of kids, trying to make them think they're crazy. We don't do things like that. Our number-one law is 'Have fun in this lifetime, but don't hurt anybody.' Nice little paraphrase of "An it harm none, do as ye will" if I do say so myself."
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witches
witchcraft
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Mercedes Lackey |
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e5c6ea0
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You're not leaving me behind. Or I'll do a spell to make you smell like ass. Forever.
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witches
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Kresley Cole |
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48fbcb3
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"No,' she said. 'No, I don't reckon that's what I do now. Are you watchin', Mrs Gogol? Are you watchin' real close?' Her gaze travelled the room and rested for just a fraction of a second on Magrat. Then she reached over, carefully, and thrust her arm up to the elbow into the burning torch. And the doll in Erzulie Gogol's hands burst into flame.
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witches
granny-weatherwax
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Terry Pratchett |
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270b407
|
"We ain't going to curse anyone," said Granny firmly. "It hardly ever works if they don't know you've done it." --
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witches
|
Terry Pratchett |
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bdd6f02
|
"It might have interested Newt to know that, of the thirty-nine thousand women tested with the pin during the centuries of witch-hunting, twenty-nine thousand said "ouch," nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine didn't feel anything because of the use of the aforesaid retractable pins, and one witch declared that it had miraculously cleared up the arthritis in her leg."
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witches
|
Terry Pratchett |
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3279394
|
Gossiping's part of witchcraft,' said Tiffany. 'They're checking to see if they've gone batty yet.
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sanity
women
witches
humor
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Terry Pratchett |
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0f9d2dc
|
I won't stay in with married men any more said the wise girl they're too agreeable, it's a little too much like curling up with the good book. You mean a good book Oh, dear, did I say the good book sighed the witch.
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sex
reading
witches
bible
the-good-book
affairs
witch
cheating
good-book
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Norman Mailer |
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65586a1
|
We got the spell exactly right. Except for the ingredients. And most of the poetry. And it probably wasn't the right time. And Gytha took most of it home for the cat, which couldn't of been proper.
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witches
|
Terry Pratchett |
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19b62fa
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Ruta Skadi was four hundred and sixteen years old, with all the pride and knowledge of an adult witch queen. She was wiser by far than any short-lived human, but she had not the slightest idea of how like a child she seemed beside these ancient beings. Nor did she know how far their awareness spread out beyond her like filamentary tentacles to the remotest corners of universes she had never dreamed of; nor that she saw them as human-formed only because her eyes expected to. If she were to perceive their true form, they would seem more like architecture than organism, like huge structures composed of intelligence and feeling. But they expected nothing else: she was very young.
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witches
beautiful-quote
ruta-skadi
angels
|
Philip Pullman |
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399f563
|
Slicker than snot on a door handle.
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witches
paranormal
vampires
|
Kim Harrison |
|
8036721
|
Yo no creo en brujas, pero que las hay, las hay.
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|
witches
humor
|
Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra |
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69d508e
|
Above all remember this: that magic belongs as much to the heart as to the head and everything which is done, should be done from love or joy or righteous anger.
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witches
|
Susanna Clarke |
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d046f17
|
As my hair fell free, Cortez entwined his fingers in it and kissed me even harder. Then he slipped one hand from my hair and snapped his fingers over our heads. The lights went out.
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witches
shifters
|
Kelley Armstrong |
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40ea440
|
Why has not England a great mythology? Our folklore has never advanced beyond daintiness, and the greater melodies about our country-side have all issued through the pipes of Greece. Deep and true as the native imagination can be, it seems to have failed here. It has stopped with the witches and the fairies. It cannot vivify one fraction of a summer field, or give names to half a dozen stars. England still waits for the supreme moment of her literature--for the great poet who shall voice her, or, better still for the thousand little poets whose voices shall pass into our common talk.
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|
tolkien
poetry
witches
fairies
myths
mythology
|
E. M. Forster |
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d03524f
|
I think she's too ignorant to be a witch.
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|
humour
witches
intelligence
witch
ignorance
|
Muriel Spark |
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536335a
|
This mundus tenebrosus, this shaddowy world of Mankind, is sunk into Night; there is not a Field without its Spirits, nor a City without its Daemons, and the Lunaticks speak Prophesies while the Wise men fall into the Pitte. We are all in the Dark, one with another. And, as the Inke stains the Paper on which it is spilt and slowly spreads to Blot out the Characters, so the Contagion of darkness and malefaction grows apace until all becomes unrecognizable. Thus it was with the Witches who were tryed by Swimming not long before, since once the Prosecution had commenced no Stop could be put to the raving Women who came forward: the number of Afflicted and Accused began to encrease and, upon Examination, more confess'd themselves guilty of Crimes than were suspected of. And so it went, till the Evil revealed was so great that it threatened to bring all into Confusion. And yet in the way of that Philosophie much cryed up in London and elsewhere, there are those like Sir Chris. who speak only of what is Rational and what is Demonstrated, of Propriety and Plainness. Religion Not Mysterious is their Motto, but if they would wish the Godhead to be Reasonable why was it that when Adam heard that Voice in the Garden he was afraid unto Death? The Mysteries must become easy and familiar, it is said, and it has now reached such a Pitch that there are those who wish to bring their mathematicall Calculations into Morality, viz. the Quantity of Publick Good produced by any Agent is a compound Ratio of his Benevolence and Abilities, and such like Excrement. They build Edifices which they call Systems by laying their Foundacions in the Air and, when they think they are come to sollid Ground, the Building disappears and the Architects tumble down from the Clowds. Men that are fixed upon matter, experiment, secondary causes and the like have forgot there is such a thing in the World which they cannot see nor touch nor measure: it is the Praecipice into which they will surely fall.
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|
morality
witches
darkness
malefaction
witch-trials
occult-philosophy
occult
occultism
corruption
witch
rationality
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Peter Ackroyd |
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623fce4
|
"My stubborn little witch," he said softly. "Don't believe for a clockwork minute that you are unlovable. If I were a mortal, a man not doomed to walk the earth as a haunted specter, I would be the first suitor in line. Please believe that." She hiccupped. "You... you'd want to court me?" Jack laughed. "Court you? I'd follow you around like Finney and stare at you all moony-eyed. I'd spend my days fending off your other would-be suitors, my evenings charming Flossie, and my nights stealing kisses at your window." --
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|
romance
witches
mad-scientist
pumpkins
paranormal
halloween
ya
vampires
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Colleen Houck |
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f1dd5ce
|
"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."
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|
witches
spiritual-evolution
witch-hunts
spiritual-development
witch
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Evangeline Walton |
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ba9f063
|
Michelle: It wasn't my house. It was owned by a brownie couple who owned it and rented out suites. There were a few long-term renters, like me, but it also functioned as a bed and breakfast to people and magical creatures passing through. A renter, like myself, was entitled to two meals a day, which made up for the microscopic kitchen. Being something of an indifferent or terrible cook, those kept me from eating fast food every day. I walked inside, barely pausing to wipe my feet on the mat. I swung to the right and stumbled into the dining room, hardly looking at the long table or who might be at it. I made a bee-line for the tea and slurped down half a mug. The hot, caffeinated beverage forced my eyes open and gave my movement some energy. While topping off my mug, I looked around and saw two unicorns, a dwarf and five shifters.
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witches
suspense
|
N.E. Conneely |
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f57a994
|
On the whole I am inclined to think that a witch should not kiss. Perhaps it is the not being kissed that makes her a witch; perhaps the source of her power is the breath of loneliness around her.
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witches
|
Emma Donoghue |
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1e5d106
|
I ran my tongue along the top of his underwear, letting it slide underneath. Then i shifted my body forward, lips moving back up his chest, until i was straddling him again.
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witches
shifters
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Kelley Armstrong |