It’s been too long, heathen. How I’ve missed those black-mirror eyes of yours! How I’ve missed those twisted-mouth expressions that relentlessly pull the secrets from..
“The lightning calls As once it did The drums of war unfold I am Her And She is me The Warrior in Woad.” – Joey..
Walk with me, sinner. My cauldron is too heavy to lift, and my athame is dirty and dull from overuse. These ritual robes of mine..
I hear you knocking, and I’m coming! You’re my favorite glitter-winged, pink-pearl-wearing Priestess and, for that reason only, I will let you in. I just..
For all of my Witch’s know-how, I never saw it coming. Her million-beamed, white-as-milk but sharp-as-tungsten-needles fem-force of holy destruction pierced my butter-soft skin from..