#itches

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. ↗

— Ben Aaronovitch

#west-african #witches #respect

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 #blessings

I was going to fight vampires, and my name wasn't Buffy--I was so screwed. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#fae #mercy-thompson #urban-fantasy #vampires #werewolves

What do you mean?” Leslie’s voice was cool, as if she questioned witches who were flat on their backs being threatened by werewolves every day. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#charles-cornick #humor #interrogation #leslie #werewolves

I will keep my bulk. All of it, if ye dinna mind. I will have need of it, thank ye." Derrick to Samantha. ↗

— Billi Jean

#werewolves-paranormal-romance #witches #werewolves

If you’re not good, I’ll burn your—” “Yeah, I know.” MeShack strolled to his bedroom. “You’ll burn my balls off. ↗

— Kenya Wright

#shapeshifters #trolls #urban-fantasy-romance #vampires #witches

I still think there are some pitches in this pitching arm, so I will continue playing with USA Softball, but knowing that this could be the last time a softball player stands on the Olympic podium and has the opportunity of experiencing this - it was emotional. ↗

— Jennie Finch

#ball player #continue #could #emotional #experiencing

I speak English, so I am no longer cute. My tongue itches for French. ↗

— Anna Held

#cute #english #french #i #i am

I've refined my mechanics, refined my pitches. I've gotten more confidence, and I've gotten more determination. I've got a better idea what I'm doing out there. ↗

— Randy Johnson

#better idea #confidence #determination #doing #got

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. ↗

— Philip Pullman

#death #witches #beauty