Quotes About Hecate

We don't go near the bridge,' said Lymond peacefully. 'Excuse me,' said Fergie Hoddim. 'How can you wreck a fine bridge without going near it?' 'By sending something else near it instead,' Lymond said. 'An ox to Jupiter, a dog to Hecate, a dove to Venus, a sow to Ceres, a fish to Neptune. What, instead of Fergie Hoddim, shall we sacrifice?

I'll succeed,' Hazel promised. 'And Hecate? I'm not choosing one of your paths. I'm making my own.

It is true I do not like fire. But Leo Valdez's flames are not strong enough to trouble me. Somewhere behind Hazel, a soft, lyrical voice said, What about my flames, old friend? You, he said from Percy's mouth. Me, Hecate agreed. It has been millennia since I fought at the side of a demigod. What do you say? Shall we play with fire?

Now o'er the one half-worldNature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuseThe curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebratesPale Hecate's offerings.

A younger you might have responded impulsively by letting your emotions carry you away without much thought or consideration. Those same emotions may arise, but a maturity (often having to do with being responsible for others) stops you from acting on them. You know that whatever you decide to do here matters. It is time to call on Hecate to help you see the larger picture, to stay at the crossroad until it is clear to you which path to take.

By Hecate, the goddess I worship more than all the others, the one I choose to help me in this work, who lives with me deep inside my home, these people won't bring pain into my heart and laugh about it.

Each evening the moon wanted thinner and gave off less and less light. By the fourteenth night the moon showed her ebony face. Demeter had traveled to the far ends of the earth and waited for Hecate, goddess of the dark moon, to appear. The sky was black, as though a veil had been thrown over even the brightest stars.

She called on Hecate, on Brighid, on Morrigan and Babd Catha, summoning the strength and power of the goddesses.

run run run Hermione. You have in your hands a message and a token...run and run and run and run Hermione. You know running and running and running that the messenger will take (lampadephoros) your message in its fervour and you will sink down exhausted...run,run, Hermione. For the message-bearer next in line has turned against you...dead, dead or forgotten. Hecate at crossroads, a destruction...

Hecate smelt the odour of death as clearly as she might smell the wonderful, scented fragrance of blooming flowers in springtime or the delicious smell of dinner wafting down the hallway.

After another long silence, bit by bit, realisation dawned upon Edmund and he became even paler than Hecate herself which was, in itself, a fantastic achievement. Adele Rose, Awakening.