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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.
— Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad
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.
— Carolyn MacCullough, Once a Witch
The first time I called myself a 'Witch' was the most magical moment of my life.
— Margot Adler, Drawing Down the Moon: Witches, Druids, Goddess-Worshippers, and Other Pagans in America
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.
— Roald Dahl, The Witches
Your average witch is not, by nature, a social animal as far as other witches are concerned. There's a conflict of dominant personalities. There's a group of ringleaders without a ring. There's the basic unwritten rule of witchcraft, which is 'Don't do what you will, do what I say.' The natural size of a coven is one. Witches only get together when they can't avoid it.
— Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad
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. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
— William Shakespeare
I myself have seen this woman draw the stars from the sky; she diverts the course of a fast-flowing river with her incantations; her voice makes the earth gape, it lures the spirits from the tombs, send the bones tumbling from the dying pyre. At her behest, the sad clouds scatter; at her behest, snow falls from a summer's sky.
— Tibullus, The Works of Tibullus
If you really want to upset a witch, do her a favor which she has no means of repaying. The unfulfilled obligation will nag at her like a hangnail.
— Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies
Verence would rather cut his own leg off than put a witch in prison, since it'd save trouble in the long run and probably be less painful.
— Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies
A witch who is bored might do ANYTHING.People said things like 'we had to make our own amusements in those days' as if this signified some kind of moral worth, and perhaps it did, but the last thing you wanted a witch to do was get bored and start making her own amusements, because witches sometimes had famously erratic ideas about what was amusing.
— Terry Pratchett, Legends 1
I know of witches who whistle at different pitches, calling things that don't have names.
— Helen Oyeyemi, White is for Witching
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")
— Ray Bradbury, Long After Midnight
One doesn’t become a witch to run around being harmful, or to run around being helpful either, a district visitor on a broomstick. It’s to escape all that - to have a life of one’s own, not an existence doled out to by others.
— Sylvia Townsend Warner, Lolly Willowes
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.
— Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad
Witches never existed, except in people’s minds. All there was in the olden days was women and some men who believed in herbal cures and in folklore and in the wish to fly. Witches? We’re all witches in one way or another. Witches was the invention of mankind, son. We’re all witches beneath the skin.
— Ian Rankin, The Flood
Witches don’t look like anything. Witches are. Witches do.
— Franny Billingsley, Chime
Whatever. I just won’t have Elena hurt, is all. Or the little red-headed witch.” “Ah, yes, sweet Bonnie. I wouldn’t mind one or two like her. One for Samhain and one for the Solstice.”Damon snorted drowsily. “There aren’t two like her; I don’t care where you look. I won’t have her hurt either.
— L.J. Smith, Nightfall
Perhaps I am the only person who, asked whether she were a witch or not, could truthfully say, "I do not know. I do know some very strange things have happened to me, or through me."Lady Alice Rowhedge
— Norah Lofts, Bless This House
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 only place where we can truly be accepted.
— Lisa Marie Main, Morning Light Coven
I’m a witch. It’s what we do. When it’s nobody else’s business, it’s my business.
— Terry Pratchett, I Shall Wear Midnight
I think that all women are witches, in the sense that a witch is a magical being. And a wizard, which is a male version of a witch, is kind of revered, and people respect wizards. But a witch, my god, we have to burn them. It’s the male chauvinistic society that we’re living in for the longest time, 3,000 years or whatever. And so I just wanted to point out the fact that men and women are magical beings. We are very blessed that way, so I’m just bringing that out. Don’t be scared of witches, because we are good witches, and you should appreciate our magical power.
— Yoko Ono
Even a witch wants sympathy.
— Franny Billingsley, Chime
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.
— Ray Bradbury, Long After Midnight
It’s one thing if a person learns you’re a witch. It’s quite another if he learns you’re a murderer. I almost forget I’m a witch now that I know I’m a murderer—murderess, actually. Murderess sounds so much worse.
— Franny Billingsley, Chime
Woman! Come out! I have—" She looked down at the bloodless grass, embarrassed. "I have come to rescue you," she finally said, as if admitting that she were covered in boils.
— Catherynne M. Valente, In the Night Garden
And people think she killed him?" said Miss Tick. She sighed. "They probably think she cooked him in the oven, or somet
— Terry Pratchett, The Wee Free Men
Please consult your child’s Witch doctor before using this product. Diapers may cause severe allergies, internal bleeding, and irreversible sex change.
— Kenya Wright, Fire Baptized
I carry fairy dust, pack dry herb and drive a broom. If you don't get that you won't get me, so long, it's my journey.
— DC Allen
Yes, yes, mistress, I shall go and accomplish your task. Only—I was not only sent to kill the Leucrotta. There is a maiden in a tower—" At this the Witch spat, again rolling her marvelous eyes. "Those revolting creatures are always getting themselves locked up. If only they would stay that way.
— Catherynne M. Valente, In the Night Garden
Miles away, down through an opening in the hills, he could catch glimpses of a road where motor-cars sometimes passed, and yet here, so removed from the arteries of the latest civilization, was a bat-haunted old homestead, where something unmistakably like witchcraft seemed to hold a very practical sway.
— Saki, The Chronicles of Clovis
Truth is in the guidance of the Coven. Is it a curse or a blessing?
— Amy Lunderman, Echo
In the Scotland of the early seventeenth century, an old woman living alone in Kirkcudbrightshire was accused of witchcraft and on conviction was rolled downhill in a blazing tar barrel. One of the charges against her was that she walked withershins round a well near her cottage which was used by other people. The well was afterwards known as the Witch's Well. These episodes must surely serve as cautionary tales to anyone tempted to transgress the usual custom of walking deasil round a holy well.
— Colin Bord, Sacred Waters
People will have their excitements, and a good rousing persecution used to stir things like the burning of Chicago or a Presidential election in our day.
— E.P. Roe, The Works of E. P. Roe: V4
Yeah, Hera was definitely channelling her inner Wicked Witch of the West that day.
— Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson's Greek Gods
You don't need none of that," she said. "You need headology.
— Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters
Wrong kind of witch." - Manon Blackbeak
— Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
He snorted. "He fears you? Why ever would he fear a small girl like you, and his own daughter?"She napped her eyes back up and whispered, "Because, I know of magic."Killian smirked. "Of course you know of magic, everyone knows of magic. We live in Ireland. Everyone knows of fairies and druids, and the like. Magic cannot be disputed, even if the priests do not take kindly to these beliefs.""Aye, but I can do magic.
— Leigh Ann Edwards, The Farrier's Daughter
Why is it every time a madman's prayers are answered, a witch burns?
— J. Danielle Dorn, Devil's Call
A grimy ghost hovered above a smiling scarecrow that looked puny next to an oversized bat being watched by a wicked witch who was entangled in the web of an even larger spider that was in danger of being eaten by a bug-eyed owl that peeped out of the faux foliage, much more nostalgic than scary.
— Kevin  Purdy
That was the problem with modern day witches , thought Corso : they didn't have any secrets . Everything was out in the open , you could read all about them in any Who's Who or gossip column . Baronesses or not , they had become predictable , vulgar . Torquemada would have been bored to death by it all .
— Arturo Pérez-Reverte, The Club Dumas
The witch hunter could not date the witch.
— Zoe Forward, Hooked On A Witch
They take my breath away, Killian. How grand and marvelous, how utterly magnificent they are. I have never beheld such an astounding, impressive sight. Apart from seeing you unclothed, of course," she added.
— Leigh Ann Edwards, The Witch's Daughter
Tis a proud battle's scar you possess, Killian O'Brien," she murmured. He sat up higher at her praise. "But you've lived through the battle and now you must live on past the battle, for that is what warriors do.
— Leigh Ann Edwards, The Farrier's Daughter
What is it I can do to repay you for your deeds?" He watched a sweet smile spread across her rosy lips, and in those unforgettably magical blue eyes, he caught a mischievous sparkle he'd not noticed before."I will think of something, Killian O'Brien. One day, I am certain, I will think of a way.
— Leigh Ann Edwards, The Farrier's Daughter
He fawns over ye like flies to a dung pile.
— Leigh Ann Edwards, The Farrier's Daughter
If you really want to know me, I said, we'll have to start with the witches.
— Christina Baker Kline, A Piece of the World
Towns can be cruel and vicious -- and sorry. In the wood, in the clearing, in the sun, we will one day find and crown her and keep her: our own witch, the witch of Wiscasset, the Blueberry Queen of Maine.
— Catherynne M. Valente
Love isn’t easy, but it shouldn’t be this complicated. I hate the fact that I’m falling in love with him. I hate the fact that once this is over with, I will be just a memory to him, and he will live for thousands of years.” Sarah“Sarah deserves better; a human, not a ghoul who has all these problems. It’s pathetic to depend on magic to get rid of your demons.” Eric“Every time I am around Eric, I feel more acutely attracted to him. I don’t know if that’s part of his powers, but I don’t want him having that effect on me.” Sarah“Death affects us in so many ways. When you want to move on from the person you mourn, it feels like you are trying to forget about them.” Sarah“I miss Sarah’s laugh, the scent of her, the dimples in her cheeks, her drilling me with questions about everything, and I even miss her getting mad at me for trying to get her to try new stuff. I remember the first night we spent together when I made her jump off the cliff with me. I knew she was mine; I knew I wanted to bond with her. I just regret the fact I didn’t do it sooner.” Eric
— J.M.Stoneback, A Ghoul's Kiss
He comes with those in his employ, to watch, gathering evidence and confession. His success speaks of a countryside rife with evil, an intemperate plague of witches . . .
— Becky   Wright, The Manningtree Account
They come with cold bones in heavy boots. See how they tremble. The folly of man . . .
— Becky   Wright, The Manningtree Account
The love has got to be bigger than everything else. The isolation, the separation, the danger. When the love is bigger than all of that – you just do it. You pay the price in uncertainty and sometimes bereavement, because every moment you’re together is worth the cost.
— Thea Harrison, Moonshadow
I'm trying to do what's right, but I don't know if there is a such a thing as a right option anymore. Just different kids of wrong."Breakfast narrowed his eyes at her. "Don't get too comfortable with that notion.
— Josephine Angelini, Witch's Pyre
You'd claim me?" he asked, hopeful but cautious.She nodded once. "Because I'd never set a monster like you loose in the world.
— Josephine Angelini, Witch's Pyre
Of course no one accused the old woman of being a witch. But she was foreign. Her words percolated up the tunnel of her throat , espresso-thick and strong. Bad weather had eroded her face. Some believed that the sun had crisped her skin into coriaceous pleats. Others blamed the chaw of a wintry climate. No one knew where she came from, though lots of people privately thought that perhaps she ought to go back.
— Carys Bray, Sweet Home
Nikolas.” The man’s voice was deep, rough, and familiar. Nikolas’s flare of aggression subsided as he realized the approaching figure was Rhys. “When you weren’t here to greet us, we got worried.”	“I ran into a pack of Hounds,” Nikolas replied tersely.	Rhys hesitated. “Is everything ok?	“They’re dead. I’m not. Situation handled.
— Thea Harrison, Moonshadow
You couldn't escape the pointy hat, though. There was nothing magical about a pointy hat except that it said that the woman underneath it was a witch. People paid attention to a pointy hat.
— Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith
Hello, Lady Witch," he said, breaking into a brazen grin. "Sorry to see you're laid up again.""Occupational hazard," Lily mumbled...
— Josephine Angelini, Witch's Pyre
Why use a sledgehammer when a butterfly net will suffice?
— Thea Harrison, Moonshadow
The stranded Daoine Sidhe knights of the Dark Court gathered at the ring of ancient standing stones under the pale light of the harvest moon.	Whenever the Daoine Sidhe gathered, they raised the natural energies of the world around them.
— Thea Harrison, Moonshadow
They were all Fae, yet not fully Fae. They were among the rarest of all the Elder Races. In modern-day slang, they were “triple threats,” creatures with the blood of three different races flowing through their veins. The strongest, most magical – the most tainted.	The Fae of the Light Court called them ‘abomination.’	Nikolas called them brothers.
— Thea Harrison, Moonshadow
But anyone with witch-blood in their veins was worth keeping an eye on.Or Thirteen.
— Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows
The Weird Sisters, hand in hand,Posters of the sea and land,Thus do go, about, about,Thrice to thine, thrice to mine,And thrice again to make up nine.Peace, the charm's wound up.
— William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Look, daddy, Mel gave me a pet!” The boy said excitedly. “He’s called Incy.”Hunter looked down and inhaled sharply at the sight of a large spider in Adam’s little hand. His eyes snapped up to Mel, who was sitting silent and serene in the middle of the floor, obviously pleased with her present.“A spider?” Hunter asked with exasperation. “Fine. Why don’t you get Mel to teach it tricks.
— K.S. Marsden, The Shadow Falls
Do you want to tell me what you're doing up here in the middle of the woods?" He gazed at her milky white skin, dark hair, and wide eyes. "If you're looking for the seven dwarfs, they live in the next forest over.
— Deborah Blake, Dangerously Charming
At the sight of Day, her whole face lit up.	"Mikhail! You came! Barbara said you would, but that we might have to wait for hell to freeze over first. Did it?
— Deborah Blake, Dangerously Charming
I chose a man and he chose me
— You should have simply let it be
Day gazed out at the sky, where a shooting star was winging across the heavens. "I stepped in between Jenna and the hex. I wasn't even thinking; it was just instinctive."	"Of course it was." Barbara gazed at him fondly. "You may think you have changed, but your gallantry was never just for show; it's part of who you are.
— Deborah Blake, Dangerously Charming
Thanks, Baba. You are always such a comfort."	She gave him a wry look. "I know. I've been considering becoming a counselor. Or possibly a nurse."	Day shook his head. "If I were you, Baba Yaga, I'd stick to your day job.
— Deborah Blake, Dangerously Charming
They sat in silence for a moment. Then Jenna said," The son of a god, huh? That explains a lot."	He raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"	Jenna smirked at him, a mischievous look in her sparkling blue eyes. "You know, the whole super strong, ridiculously gorgeous thing. But obviously you've been told that a lot over the years. I don't expect it means much anymore."	A voice far in the back of head said something faint about bad ideas, but he hit it with a large mental stick until it sputtered and shut up.	"It depends on who says it," he answered, and bent his head down and kissed her.
— Deborah Blake, Dangerously Charming
At Jenna's questioning glance, he explained, "As the White Rider, I used to wear all white. Few people here have ever seen me dressed in any other way. I wouldn't wonder that most of them could be standing right in front of me, wearing these clothes, and not even look twice."	Jenna grinned at him. "Not if they're female, they won't. I doubt there's a woman alive who would not look twice at you, babe."	He snorted, absurdly pleased by the flattery, although he tried not to show it. "We'll just have to try and stay away from women, then, won't we?
— Deborah Blake, Dangerously Charming
If you're still hungry, I could probably find some nice roots by the riverbank we passed," Mick teased. "Mind you, some of them insist on yodeling while you eat them, but you get used to that after a while.
— Deborah Blake, Dangerously Charming
My brother, are you aware that you are presently taking the form of a rather large and distinctly emerald-hued bear? Not that it isn't an improvement on your usual excessive good lucks, but...
— Deborah Blake, Dangerously Charming
I should tell you something about what happens after I play.""What's that?"He pulled her back into his arms. "I get excited...
— Lisa Carlisle, Knights of Stone: Lachlan
Am I witch? I don't know. That's what they call me. They say it's because I follow the rhythms of the earth, honor the seasons, dance under the moon and seek the ancient herbal wisdom of our ancestors. "Folk Lore, poppycock, myths," they say as they sneer at the rosemary in my cup, the comfrey brewing on the stove and turmeric stains on my hands. "Western medicine and science have replaced all that nonsense," they say. They make witches out to be evil and then call me a witch because I am seeking the knowledge & ancient wisdom that the world seems hell bent on forgetting. Well, they can call me what they like, but I know I am not evil. This is what I know: I am an intuitive woman who instinctively knows that this sacred earth holds healing that western medicine will never be able to replace. I will be here holding space. I will be their witch. So, here I am- A kitchen witch sipping her Rosemary tea, mixing up her herbal potion, dancing under the moon, and fighting for the knowledge & wisdom of our grandmothers to not be forgotten.
— Brooke Hampton
Legends had been written about less.
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Wonderful
I'm not sure I'll be doing a lot of dancing in the near future."Marcus tucked the end of the bandage securely into place and reached for the radio to call his Da to turn the Serpent around and come get them. But first, he gave in to irresistible impulse and kissed Beka so hard their teeth clashed."Just so long as you save a dance for me," he said. "I'll wait as long as it takes.
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Wonderful
The freak show was about to begin.Spotlights flooded the musicians powered by solar panels near a massive amplifier. The guitarist continued playing and the others joined in, playing a raucous crossover between hard rock and heavy metal. The one with long blond hair grabbed hold of the microphone and belted out a shattering cry that sounded like a call to battle. The crowd went pin drop silent to listen and then cheered in unison as the band played on. The front man sang piercing growls and low croons about the Knights in Stone, the protectors of the ancient forests, battling against the evil tree witches... Kayla's coven.
— Lisa Carlisle, Knights of Stone: Mason
Stop him, stop this, she commanded herself. Reason floated away; she wanted him. If he walked away now, she might disintegrate into a pile of frustration as fragile as the leaves crumbling under foot.	His lips touched hers, shooting electric shock waves rippling to her toes. Then he claimed her with a torrid kiss. Passion welled up from her core, overpowering all thought except her desires.
— Lisa Carlisle, Knights of Stone: Lachlan
During the show, she studied him on stage. The way he strummed the guitar, the movement of muscles in his arms and torso, the sway of the tartan fabric with his movements. Her cheeks heated when she thought about running her fingers over his torso and under his kilt. Oh, the things he could do to her with that body.
— Lisa Carlisle, Knights of Stone: Mason
She pushed his massive chest, which was as effective as if she pushed granite. "What are you made of, bloody stone?"	He chuckled, eyes full of mirth. "Sometimes.
— Lisa Carlisle, Knights of Stone: Lachlan
She tore her eyes from his abs and gave in to the temptation to look further down. Over his kilt her eyes wandered and stopped, speculating on the promising bulge beneath the blue tartan.	"Hope you like what you see...
— Lisa Carlisle, Knights of Stone: Lachlan
I circle around them, my sword pointed in their direction. "Hermes Trismegistus. Ostanes the Persian. Olympiodorous of Thebes---" I stop, feeling like an idiot. These necromancers and the ridiculous names they give themselves. They're always trying to outdo one another. "You five," I said instead. "By the authority of King Malcolm of Anglia, I am commanded to arrest you for the crime of witchcraft.
— Virginia Boecker, The Witch Hunter
A witch is someone who has dedicated her life to learning about the connections between things. She studies the different cycles and her place in them. She learns how to use the energy in herself and in the world to make changes. And most of all, she tries to make the world a better place for herself and other people.
— Isobel Bird, The Challenge Box
Merik swiveled his wrists slowly. At night, the temple was too dark to see the blood dripping from his arms, pooling on the granite flagstones. He felt it falling, though. Just as he felt the new, burned flesh on his hands stretching beneath torn gloves.Yet even as pain shivered through his body, he couldn’t help but think: Only a fool ignores Noden’s gifts. For if Merik looked at this case of mistaken identity from the just the right angle, it could in fact all be seen as boon.The assassin in the night. The fire on the Jana. The attack of a Waterwitch in Pin’s Keep. Each event had led Merik here, to Noden’s temple. To a fresco of the god’s left hand.To the Fury.Twice now, he’d been mistaken for that monstrous demigod, and twice now, it had worked in Merik’s favor. So why not continue using the fear invoked from that name? Was Merik not doing the Fury’s work by bringing justice to the wronged and punishment to the wicked? It was clear that Nubrevnans needed Merik’s help, and his sister Vivia…Well, she was stil out there. Alive. Wretched.So was it not Merik’s moral duty to keep her off the throne? And he could do that if he could just prove she had indeed tried to kill him—that it was she who’d purchased that prisoner from Vizer Linday, and she who’d sent the prisoner to kill Merik.Yes. This was right. This was Noden’s will. It throbbed in Merik’s wounds. It shivered across his scalp and down his raw back.Take the god’s gift. Become the Fury.Merik rose, stiff but strong, from the temple floor, and with a new purpose in his movements, he tugged his hood, his sleeves, his gloves into place. Then he turned away from the Fury’s gruesome fresco and set out to bring justice to the wronged.Punishment to the wicked.
— Susan Dennard, Windwitch
I don’t know how much more you can take.” He laughed. “You’re a witch. From a family of witches. My ex-wife is a witch. Apparently literally and figuratively. Plus my kid’s a witch. And I am probably some kind of animal shifter. All that, and I’m still upright and functioning. I don’t think there’s anything you could tell me that would break me at this point.
— Kristen Painter, The Professor Woos The Witch
Salem is in part a story of what happens when a set of unanswerable questions meets a set of unquestioned answers.
— Stacy Schiff, The Witches: Salem, 1692
Couldn't I just take up juggling fire over a pit of alligators?" Liam muttered. "I think it might be easier.
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Ever After
If you ignored the benign ghost that haunted the place and the witch who lived inside, it was practically the picture of normalcy.
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Ever After
Liam's lips tightened. "She's only a little girl. She doesn't know anything about swords. What if she cuts herself? It's sharp, right?"	"Of course it is sharp, Liam. What would be the point ot having a sword that wasn't?
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Ever After
Cookies, a dragon dog, and a sword: what every well-equipped little girl takes on a journey.
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Ever After
This is the strangest family vacation ever," Liam said.
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Ever After
You guys must use some interesting parenting techniques."	"You have no idea," Liam said dryly. "You have no idea.
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Ever After
You wouldn't believe the things that go missing in these labs. Remind me to tell you the story about the radioactive spider sometime.
— Deborah Blake, Wickedly Ever After
Tis the unexpected that makes life interesting.
— Ashlyn Chase, I Dream of Dragons
It is Halloween,” he explains coyly. “I wanted to come out as something beautiful. None of this witch stuff for me. My God, don’t we spend our whole life as witches?
— Paul Russell, The Salt Point
The end is also the beginning. In order to arrive at your destiny, you must first accept the path that lies ahead. It is paved with loss, betrayal, and sorrow, but the circle is not at its end You must continue on until you find your true center and your peace.
— Brynn Myers, The Echoed Life of Jorja Graham
Maybe next time you'll take me up on dinner."	"I doubt it, Mr. Holbrook. I'm pretty sure hell will freeze over first."	Again he smiled. "Well, that may be happening sooner than you think, my dear.
— Brynn Myers, The Life & Death of Jorja Graham
He leaned forward and kissed me like he did last night, no hesitation, just pure passion. I should've cared that we were in a room full of contractors but as I savored his lips, I didn't give a damn where we were.	"Are you hungry?"	"For dinner?" I grinned.	He exhaled a chuckle before he whispered in my ear. "Dinner first and then I'll have you for dessert.
— Brynn Myers, The Life & Death of Jorja Graham
Girls, you listen to every word your mamma is saying, cause the only way you'll ever get a better piece of chicken is if you're a rooster.
— Brynn Myers, The Life & Death of Jorja Graham
She was a good witch and a decent person, but decent people aren’t always easy to live with.
— Ursula Vernon, Razorback
Web of time
— Veil of space
He stood back then stripped off his shirt. She let out a gasp then hesitantly put her hand out before pulling back. He took her hand in his then put her palm over his heart.	"It's okay, you can touch. You can do anything you want.
— Carrie Ann Ryan, Wicked Wolf
What a trio we are: wolf, dragon and . . .” Ronan bit back the word. Shifter. He sat straighter in the saddle, raising one hand in farewell as his mount broke through the last of the boundary mists. “May the gods favor us this time, my friend. Pray Mairi Sinclair is the one.
— Maeve Greyson, My Tempting Highlander
There were time to drool over a sexy wolf.
— Sitting in the middle of a war room disguised as a board meeting was not one of those times.
Quinn would do anything for his son.
— Including mate the one person he refused to want.
She ran her hand over his head then gripped his hair. "More licking. Less talking.
— Carrie Ann Ryan, Wicked Wolf
You may be sure of appearing as good, safe, stay-at-home wife material, and he will have the utmost respect for you, as he would for a faithful cook, but he’ll not respect you for the one most important asset every woman who has the wherewithal to employ it—you looks! Vanity not only keeps a woman young, but also gives her something to live for, and if you get saddled to a man who stifles this basic female urge, yet ogles its effects in other women, he could well be knocking years off your life.
— Anton Szandor LaVey
You don't pity a warrior for her scars, because scars are proof of survival and victory.
— Chloe Jacobs, Greta and the Lost Army
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. It went on blazing even after the witch had screamed and dropped it on to the floor. It went on burning until Nanny Ogg ambled over with a jug of fruit juice from the buffet, whistling between her teeth, and put it out. Granny withdrew her hand. It was unscathed.
— Terry Pratchett
Finally, sweet finally, he was inside her to the hilt.	"I need a second," he ground out, his body pulsing.	"You're really freaking big, Quinn," she panted. "Move. Please, for the love of the goddess, move."	He grinned before kissing her. "You say such sweet things.
— Carrie Ann Ryan, Wicked Wolf
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.
— Terry Pratchett, The Shepherd's Crown
Death is but a doorway to another path.
— Joyce Lavene, Looking for Mr. Good Witch
We all hold a monster inside. The only difference is what form it takes when freed.
— Mary Lindsey, Haven
Thing about witches
—  we're a paranoid lot. Call it a side effect of living in a world obsessed with seeing you burn.
I see this is not the first time you've gotten yourself injured," she said, sounding irritated. "I suppose battle scars are a badge of honor for you Highlanders."He shrugged. "Every scar provides a tale to share around the hearth.""You should be more careful," she scolded."I am careful," he said with a laugh. "That's why I live to tell the tales.
— Margaret Mallory, The Gift
There are things that defy logic. Things that speak to the instinctual fear cloaked by our conscious minds.
— Mary Lindsey, Haven
Wrong. This was wrong. A list of words raced through his head. Apostate, heretic, pagan.Witch.
— Laura  Oliva, Season Of The Witch
Good God, the lad is a lass!
— Margaret Mallory, The Gift
Had her ordeal addled her mind? She was on a horse with a wild Highlander going God knew where with men even he did not trust and yet she found it thrilling!
— Margaret Mallory, The Gift
No one lacked imagination like the English. Yet he could not dismiss the notion that this lass dressed in breeches could be the seer his grandmother foretold. Finding an English lass lying on a Scottish hillside so many miles from the border was strange enough to have a touch of magic about it.
— Margaret Mallory, The Gift
He wanted one night with her when he did not have to be on his guard waiting for the Douglases to discover that she was English and a lass
—  one night when he could sit and talk with her by the fire without another soul in sight
I knew how you liked long tales," he said, giving her a wink. "There's sure to be plenty of those.""In Gaelic," she said."All the better for learning it.
— Margaret Mallory, The Gift
Something about the floating club reminded him of Wonderland. Not Disney's Wonderland, either, but Wonderland according to Lewis Carroll: dark, sumptuous. Treacherous. It was the sort of place where anything could happen...and probably did. He had a feeling if a deranged, bloodthirsty monarch suddenly swept in and started demanding people's heads, no one would bat an eye.
— Laura  Oliva, Season Of The Witch
I may not survive," Roderick said, resting his hand on the small of her back,"if I wait any longer to kiss you.
— Margaret Mallory, The Gift
What was she doing here? Private detectives were for insecure housewives, parents of troubled teens, bent old ladies who'd forgotten where they parked. She was none of the above. She was a sane, stable, capable adult. Yet here she was.Desperate times, and all that.
— Laura  Oliva, Season Of The Witch
For the first time, they were seeing the dream beneath the flesh.Karla stared at the pointed ears that had come from the Dea al Mon, the hands with sheathed claws that had come from the Tigre, the hooves peeking out from beneath the black gown that could have come from the centaurs or the horses or the unicorns. Most of all, she stared at the tiny spiral horn.The living myth. Dreams made flesh. But, oh, had any of them really thought about who the dreamers had
— Anne Bishop, Queen of the Darkness
Are ya trying' to kill me, lass?"	"Kill you? No." Maggie leaned closer, her hands drifting up and cradling his face as she rolled her hips again in one wicked pass. "Torture you? Maybe.
— Sara  Humphreys, Luck of the Irish
Iain MacGregor,” she whispered longingly, looking up. The woods were quiet. Strips of moonlight shone through tree limbs that reached like surreal black fingertips across her vision. A single tear slid down her cheek. She touched her mouth, imagining his kiss.Taking a small pocket knife out of her cargo pants, she looked about. A mystic had once told her that if she left pieces of herself around while she lived, it would expand her haunting territory when she died. Jane wasn’t sure she believed in sideshow magic tricks—or the Old Magick as the mystic had spelled it on her sign. She had no idea what had possessed her to talk to the palm reader and ask about ghosts. Still, just in case, she was leaving her stamp all over the woods.She cut her palm and pressed it to a nearby tree under a branch. Holding the wound to the rough bark stung at first, but then it made her feel better. This forest wouldn’t be a bad eternity.The sound of running feet erupted behind her and she stiffened. No one ever came out here at night. She’d walked the woods hundreds of times. Her mind instantly went to the creepy girl ghosts chanting by the stream.“Whoohoo!”Jane whipped around, startled as a streak of naked flesh sprinted past her. The Scottish voice was met with loud cheers from those who followed him. “Water’s this way, lads, or my name isn’t Raibeart MacGregor, King of the Highlands!”Another naked man dashed through the forest after him. “It smells of freedom.”Jane stayed hidden in the branches, undetected, with her hand pressed to the bark.“Aye, freedom from your proper Cait,” Raibeart answered, his voice coming through the dark where he’d disappeared into the trees.“Murdoch, stop him before he reaches town. Cait will not teleport ya out of jail again,” a third man yelled, not running quite so fast. “Raibeart, ya are goin’ the wrong way!”“Och, Angus, my Cait canna live without me,” Murdoch, the second streaker, answered. “She’ll always come to my rescue.”“I said stop him, Murdoch, we’re new to this place.” Angus skidded to a stop and lifted his jaw, as if sensing he was being watched. He looked in her direction and instantly covered his manhood as his eyes caught Jane’s shocked face in the tree limbs. “Oh, lassie.”“Oh, naked man,” Jane teased before she could stop herself.“That I am,” Angus answered, “but there is an explanation for it.”“I don’t think some things need explained,” Jane said.
— Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound
Of course ya love me. I'm very loveable.
— Michelle M. Pillow, Spellbound
I am Tersa the Weaver, Tersa the Liar, Tersa the Fool.
— Anne Bishop, Daughter of the Blood
There was something about decapitating an already dead woman, only to follow up with shared brownies with a witch he wasn't sure he trusted and simultaneously wanted to do the horizontal tango with, that drained the energy from him.
— Kait Ballenger, Midnight Hunter
W-what are you?"Selena looked down at her rival. "What you should have been and never were. The Queen of the Witches.
— Anne Bishop, The House of Gaian
He frowned. "Naked baby photos should be outlawed."	She closed the photo album. "So tell me, do you still have those cute dimples on your ass?
— Kait Ballenger, Midnight Hunter
A tiny cage of butterflies suddenly buzzed around the inside of her gut. Her superhot professor wanted to take a nighttime stroll with her and he was offering her his jacket. Before she could decide whether she wanted to be the type of girl who did that sort of thing with her professor, which was clearly inappropriate, she grasped the leather jacket in her hands and slipped it on. Aw, shucks, who was she kidding? She totally was that kind of girl.
— Kait Ballenger, Midnight Hunter
You're not going to answer, are you?" Jaenelle asked after a minute of teeth-grinding silence."No.""Don't you know the answer?""Whether I know the answer or not is beside the point. It's not something a man discusses with a young girl.""But you know the answer."Daemon growled.
— Anne Bishop, Daughter of the Blood
You disappoint me, Cassandra. Your legends paint you differently," Daemon said softly, his voice thick with malevolence."I'm a Priestess serving at this Altar," she said, working to keep her voice steady. "You're mistaken, if you think--"He laughed softly. She stepped back from the sound and found herself pressed against the counter. "Do you think I can't tell the difference between a Priestess and a Queen? And the Jewels, my dear, name you for what you are."She bent her head slightly in acknowledgment. "So I'm Cassandra. What do you want, Prince?
— Anne Bishop, Daughter of the Blood
Now, Simone, I'm a witch, remember? There's not much I don't know just by looking at you. And you know what I see when I look at you?'Simone walked out the door before she could finish, only hearing the steely hush of Millie's voice add, 'Nothing.
— Suzanne Palmieri, The Witch of Bourbon Street
I'll not be lyin' if I tell ya that I fancy ya a bit myself."	"The fancy feelings are mutual."	A grin curved her lips right before Declan pressed a kiss to them.
— Sara  Humphreys, Luck of the Irish
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the hottest bitch of all?
— Sara  Humphreys, Luck of the Irish
Scaoileadh Me....	'Release me.' That was what he said. No doubt about it. It was in Gaelic, but that was what the voice said.	Holy. Crap.
— Sara  Humphreys, Luck of the Irish
You might be a fairy tale leprechaun man but at the heart of it you're still a man who won't talk about anything.
— Sara  Humphreys, Luck of the Irish
Me father always said if ya can find a lass who's brilliant in the kitchen and in the bed ya best not let her go.
— Sara  Humphreys, Luck of the Irish
Are ya tryin' to kill me, Maggie?" Declan bit the words out and his fingers dug deeper into her hips. "Are ya wantin' to see a grown man beg?
— Sara  Humphreys, Luck of the Irish
I've a need for knowing what potion you mixed with these, lass." The rich baritone of his voice washed over her with a mesmerizing quality. She liked the sound. A lot. 'Twas deep and majestic, the kind of voice a body would never tire of hearing....Apparently we have company. We shall finish this conversation anon.""I highly doubt that we will," she retorted. "My brother has arrived to accuse me of witchcraft and arrest me. Unless you are available for hire as my protector, this conversation is quite finished."Instead of appearing shocked, the stranger's eyes took on a twinkle. "Is that so? Most damsels in your distressed shoes would be either weeping or swooning by now. Instead you offer me employment. I'll admit I am fascinated by your offer.
— Jo Grafford, Viking For Hire
The English, by and large, being a crass and indolent race, were not as keen on burning women as other countries in Europe.
— Terry Pratchett, Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch
A year ago on my twenty-third birthday, I rebuffed the advances of a beautiful young woman whom I did not love. Alas, she turned out to be a sorceress. She repaid me by casting a spell that forces every female I touch to fall into a frenzy of lust." His mouth twisted bitterly. "Thus she robbed me of one of mankind's greatest gifts - the ability to seek and find true love.
— Jo Grafford, Viking For Hire
Men have dragged us by our hair through the ages, and whether they give us crumbs or bright, shiny rocks, they truly give us nothing at all. If you have not opened your legs for them so that they could drawl out as babies or crawl in as men, they they will leave you to starve like a dog on the street. So now we are done playing the way they want us to play. Now we are moving to music they cannot hear, to a rhythm they cannot understand. They call it madness and we call it truth and find me the magistrate you can trust to judge between the two? Bah. So we dance on, we dance on.
— Toby Barlow, Babayaga
Even the pious Scots, locked throughout history in a long-drawn-out battle with their arch-enemies the Scots, managed a few burnings to while away the long winter evenings.
— Terry Pratchett, Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch
How old are you?""Ah that is a good one. I do not know.""Before cars?""Before trains, before guns. Before people stole the curves from the high clouds and the angles from the flying flocks to build all their little alphabets.
— Toby Barlow, Babayaga
She killed her sons first. Hammering a long fence nail through each of their hearts. Then, taking an ax, she methodically beheaded each one of her brothers-in-law. Going out to the pens, she drove the livestock into the barn, bolting it shut, and while the goat kids and spring lambs panicked and brayed, she put all the buildings to flame.
— Toby Barlow, Babayaga
I'm not a lady, I'm a witch.
— Terry Pratchett, Equal Rites
We ain’t going to curse anyone,” said Granny firmly. “It hardly ever works if they don’t know you’ve done it.
— Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters
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.
— Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters
Witches just aren’t like that,” said Magrat. “We live in harmony with the great cycles of Nature, and do no harm to anyone, and it’s wicked of them to say we don’t. We ought to fill their bones with hot lead."The other two looked at her with a certain amount of surprised admiration. She blushed, although not greenly, and looked at her knees.“Goodie Whemper did a recipe,” she confessed. “It’s quite easy. What you do is, you get some lead, and you—”“I don’t think that would be appropriate,” said Granny carefully, after a certain amount of internal struggle. “It could give people the wrong idea.”“But not for long,” said Nanny wistfully.
— Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters
At last the magic caught, and she managed to vault clumsily onto it before it trundled into the night sky as gracefully as a duck with one wing missing.
— Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters
...I have followed one line only of anthropological enquiry, the survival of an indigenous European cult and the interaction between it and the exotic religion which finally overwhelmed it. I have traced the worship of the Horned God onwards through the centuries from the Palaeolithic prototypes,...
— Margatet Alice Murray
A miracle came in the form of a doctor whom her mother knew. He put her in a roasting pan and placed her above a fire to keep her warm.
— Christy Deveaux, Wicka
The world he thought he knew had become an odd thing, twisting time and purpose. But it had remained an unfair universe in the end.
— Susan Catalano, The Timeless Ones
In unison, they recited an ancient rhyme.	"With one blue eye to rule the sky,	An eye of brown controls the ground;	Magic swirls within our souls,	Cryptic, mystic, spiritualistic,	To protect the weak from evil's effect,	Elements guide us, ever bind us.	A band of witches scattered wide	From Warlock Morpheus we must hide.
— Vonnie Davis, A Highlander's Passion
Och, my potion is boiling. I need to say good night and keep an eye on the pot. Ye canna overboil newt's eyeballs.
— Vonnie Davis, A Highlander's Passion
Gossiping's part of witchcraft,' said Tiffany. 'They're checking to see if they've gone batty yet.
— Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith
She had understood before she had ever dreamed of a city such as this, where every texture, every color, leapt out at you, where every fragrance was a drug, and the air itself was something alive and breathing.
— Anne Rice, The Witching Hour
This was one of those times that a pint just wouldn't cut it.
— Elizabeth A. Reeves, How (Not) to Kiss a Toad
Lasher,’ she said, ‘for the wind which you send that lashes the grasslands, for the wind that lashes the leaves from the trees.
— Anne Rice, The Witching Hour
I spent most of my life believing there would never be a Prince Charming out there for me. Kissing toads can have that effect on a girl.
— Elizabeth A. Reeves, How [Not] to Kiss a Prince
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.
— Terry Pratchett, Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch
She was not the still quiet type. Aphrodites never are.
— Lenora Henson
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!
— Monty Python and the Holy Grail
Tiffany jumped when she saw a balloon sail up above the trees, catch the wind, and swoop away, but it turned out to be just a balloon and not a lump of excess Brian. She could tell this because it was followed by a long scream of rage mixed with a roar of complaint: “AAaargwannawannaaaagongongonaargggaaaaBLOON!” which is the traditional sound of a very small child learning that with balloons, as with life itself, it is important to know when not to let go of the string. The whole point of balloons is to teach small children this.
— Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky
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?
— Terry Pratchett, A Blink of the Screen: Collected Shorter Fiction
Here you are. Would you like some pickles?”“Pickles gives me the wind something awful.”“In that case—”“Oh, I wasn’t saying no,” Mistress Weatherwax said, taking two large pickled cucumbers.
— Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky
The spirits made her sick, and I don't just mean the Scotch.
— Lenora Henson, The Wicked Garden
My mother was a pathetic patchwork witch who had used magic so much to meddle in her own life that she had no integrity left and was nothing but a coil of hatreds consuming themselves in futility. We had already hedged her power, with the help of the fairies.
— Jo Walton, Among Others