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..
Join me, lover. I’m weaving stick-stars out of willow branches and drinking the thickest nog I could brew in my feeble cauldron. Tonight, the full..
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..
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to redeem the Wild Healer, the one who wielded so much feminine fortitude in her holy hands that..
You asked me once how I came to be such a stone-hearted seductress, a wanton wanderer who would forever be bride to devil and wife..