Quotes from Katherine Howe

Daffodils, first sign of spring. It's how you know everything is about to change.

The night felt both eternal and instantaneous.

Her freckles were delectable. Most fellows didn't care for freckles as a rule, thinking they were tough-looking. But Betty's were appealing. Like cake batter you could wipe off with your thumb, buttery and sweet.

The Lord works in mysterious ways. What's true to one man, a wonder and a marvel, might not seem so to another, as God didn't intend it for him.

resent her, or feel like she was so much smarter than them that it was annoying. She played field hockey well enough that

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She wasn't even sick, not really. She'd just had a bad reaction to a vaccine. What had been a theory at school in the morning had solidified into fact, at least within my own self.

I desire to lie in the dust,

A weird artifact of the past, aiming at the future. An intrusive, constructive contradiction.

None on the Court be well disposed to the hearing of reason,I'm afraid. They are gripped with fear for their own reputations.

It could be that the best thing is something different from what you expect.

Reverend Green grows sad in his eyes. "And yet, consider how Jesus would've treated the likes of Sarah Good," he remarks. "He'd have fed her without thought, and washed her feet with his own hands. The true Christian doesn't hesitate to make himself humble.

it's easy to point fingers from a position of comfort, and nothing he or Jesus says will change that.

Shed locked it away, inside a drawer in her mind, and hidden the key.

It's like magic, the way god wipes the memories of pain from your head.

Rather that being an aberrant expression of North American fears and attitudes about witchcraft, it should be instead be seen as the ultimate expression of it. And therein lies the most alarming aspect of the Salem witch crisis- if Salem is not aberrant then it cannot be comfortably consigned to the past.

A thin stream of smoke drifted skyward, speaking of mysteries within.

Most conjure doesn't really deal with the weather. It's about the house, or the body. Luck, and love. Money, obviously. And fixing enemies. It's about power for the self, and influence over others. Charms get delivered by washes for the floor, or bath salts for the body. Candle work. Bible work. It's small and personal.

Once she started seeing them, she could never unsee them. They stalked her, shreds of magic clinging to the real world everywhere she turned.

The only constant was change.

It crumbled apart into ash, going from form to formlessness. To everything, it's season. The pine cone grew into being, burned bright, and now it had disappeared. That was natural.

Recalling our band of firebrands to him fills me with longing. Those girls are married now, most of them, and the better part have moved away. But then, it was never the same with us, after.

It is not the sort of place where one would expect to find a witch. But a witch did live there, though she is not buried there.

I love you," I murmur into his neck. "I love you." "I love you, too," he breathes into the curls over my ears. I don't even notice when the letters in PROGRESS burst into hot blue flame.