Quotes About Witch

Old Friend The Witch and the Werecat Of Reading and Plots Thieves in the Castle A Costly Mistake Vision of Perfection

A sinner, as long as he or she was not a heretic, could repent and escape with a flogging. A saint might be a witch. Better to burn a possible saint, the Church though, than let a genuine witch escape. They had a weird sense of justice.

All in a day's work for the Good Witch.

Beautiful. Autumn-raw. She must be a witch of some kind

The wicked Witch of the East.

Well then," Faye said. "Now that you've heard our story, we have just one question to ask you." She fixed Cassie with an odd half smile and said in a sweet, false voice, "Are you planning to be a good witch or a bad witch?

She stood slim and proud as some medieval witch princess against dawn.

You're a witch, she reminded herself. You should love cemeteries. They're probably your natural habitat.

Never put your faith in a Prince. When you require a miracle, trust in a Witch.

Yes, yes, mistress, I shall go and accomplish your task. Only—I was not only sent to kill the Leucrotta. There is a maiden in a tower—" At this the Witch spat, again rolling her marvelous eyes. "Those revolting creatures are always getting themselves locked up. If only they would stay that way.

No," said the demon. "A witch is just a girl who knows her mind. I am better than a witch. But look at the great orgy coming up like a rose around me. No night in Hell could be as bright.

Those Puritans would spice the Gallic stew of upper Maine for years, causing no end of trouble to Agnes, who, to be fair, was a witch and a succubus and everything else they ever called her, but that's no excuse for being such poor neighbors, when you think about it.

Towns can be cruel and vicious -- and sorry. In the wood, in the clearing, in the sun, we will one day find and crown her and keep her: our own witch, the witch of Wiscasset, the Blueberry Queen of Maine.

how we met." Roary pulled a cooked apple out of her—apparently cavernous—pocket. She munched on it. "You guys saved us from the witch. It was awesome." Jess shuddered, getting into the spirit of her story. "The swamp was huge and soggy and mucky and full of snakes and birds and the moon and quiet. But there's not much good building material in swamps. Not like orchards or mountains. Not for what I like to make, anyway.

Let us say I am something like a witch, and something like a jester, and something like a mother.

One's missing." Kazan was livid. He searched the dead faces and saw no sign of Anastasia Romanov. "The conniving little witch is gone.

Ngigi did not seem in the least surprised to find I was a doctor, and I remembered that there were women witch doctor as well as men. At least here I would have no battle to fight.

Since it was there, Larkin got another bowl, spooned up stew for himself. "He fights with us. We're an army." "An army? Talk about delusions of grandeur. What are you?" she asked Glenna. "Witch." "So, we've got a witch, a sorcerer, a couple of refugees from Geall and a vampire. Some army.

You can't just hope for happy endings. You have to believe in them. Then do the work, take the risks. Slay the dragon—though I really think dragons get a bad rap—kiss the princess, or the frog, defeat the bad witch.

When I'm going up against a homicidal god, I like having a witch in my corner

In ways he'll never understand. We have love. He doesn't know what it means. We have love." "I'm marrying a witch." Hauling her off her feet, he circled with her. "I'm a lucky man." "Oh, you really, really are. When?" "When?" "When are we getting married?" "Tomorrow would do me.

It is a hundred-year-old witch book, bound in human skin and probably written in ancient cum...YOU lick it!

Wally was worse than any fairy-tale witch, and his trailer wasn't made of candy.

I had never thought of school as fun before, but then, I'd never before had a hummingbird, a witch, or a maybe-immortal for teachers.