One never knows how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her — is it ever the right choice? Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil? It is the very least question of definitions.
Gregory MaguireTags: philosophy evil wicked witch
A boy and a girl, fated to rule all. Two will rise, and One will fall.
James PattersonTags: fire witch wizard james james-patterson patterson wisty whit the-fire witch-and-wizard
But I needed this, Whit. I needed to pay him back. For stealing my life. For stealing our life together. - Celia
James PattersonTags: witch wizard james patterson wisty whit the-fire witch-and-wizard james-pattereson witch-and-wizard-3
Granny Weatherwax was a witch. That was quite acceptable in the Ramtops, and no one had a bad word to say about witches. At least, not if he wanted to wake up in the morning the same shape as he went to bed.
Terry PratchettQuincy 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.
Tags: witches witch occult spiritual-development witch-hunts spiritual-evolution
It was so awful! And he kept on looking at me and I knew I must get out of bed or he'd come and touch me. I did, too, but when I got out I wasn't me-I was a little white bunny. And he started out of the room and I had to go with him for fear he'd touch me. It felt so horrid, going out with him and looking back at mother there asleep.
"We went into the main part of the house, and one of the big front doors was open, and we went out through it. And then he gave a big jump, and so did I, and it took us clear up into the sky. We couldn't fly, but we kept jumping and jumping.
"Sometimes we stayed in the sky a little while, jumping from cloud to cloud, and the moon would get closer and closer and bigger and bigger, and its face would change and get horrible and grin at us until it seemed like its mouth was a mile wide and open, to swallow us up. And then we'd come down again and jump from one cliff to another, and the sea would be roaring down under us, and the waves all grey and cold and moving around and boiling like they were mad or afraid.
"We went all over the island and sometimes we jumped over the sea to the mainland and back again; and sometimes I tried to get away and run back to Mother - I thought she'd know me even if I was a bunny - but always, whichever way I turned, the hare was there in front of me, and his teeth were shining.
"We kept it up all night, and I was so tired and cold and miserable, and so scared. I didn't know whether he would ever let me go home or whether he would take me to Aunt Sarai. Then finally I did get away and the hare chased me!"
She broke off, her voice rising again to a wail.
"It was so awful! I ran all over the island, into all sorts of queer little places that I never knew were there before - it seems so different after dark - and finally, when two or three times I'd been so tired that I thought I just couldn't go any farther, before he caught me, I saw the house in front of me and the front door still open and I started to run in, and then I thought - what if they'd planned it that way, and Aunt Sarai had come down from her portrait and was inside there in the dark, waiting for me?
Tags: evil moon nightmares nightmare witch rabbit hare
You belong with us, the lost of the lost, the tribe without a home, a tribe of orphans living our abandoned lives amid toys and trinkets, stuffed monkeys and bears. You’re one of us now—the Tribe of the Teddy Bear.” From Tribe of the Teddy Bear
J. Joseph WrightTags: magic dragon supernatural witch teddy-bear middle-grade mg tribe-of-the-teddy-bear
Hey. My life’s not all about weird little creatures pretending to be teddy bears.” From Tribe of the Teddy Bear.
J. Joseph WrightTags: magic dragon supernatural giant witch animal teddy-bear spell ted
The Tanakee are thought to possess strange, almost supernatural powers.Their eyes are described as large and hypnotic." From Tribe of the Teddy Bear
J. Joseph WrightTags: humor science magic sci-fi dragon supernatural giant witch creature teddy-bear spell ted
Burning the witch Giordano Bruno is one more wound inflicted on Christ’s body.
Dejan StojanovicTags: poetry religion poets wound burning witches jesus-christ quotes thoughts christ witch giordano-bruno dejan-stojanovic the-sun-watches-the-sun
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