It happened again this afternoon. Just the way it did that other night. We were talking--talking about how to protect her, actually--and then, suddenly, I looked at her and it was as if I'd found an entire universe in her eyes.

I was of the “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade, then wonder why life didn’t give you freaking sugar so you could drink the stuff” school of thought.

He seems so.. English sometimes, kind of distant or reserved, but then he'll look at me, and his eyes see right through to my soul.

My face is not that expressive!

Women are impossible, witches are worse, and women who are powerful witches are going to be the death of me.

Over my dead body, I thought. Yes, even immortals use that phrase. It has extra oomph for us.

Anytime you feel love for anything, be it stone, tree, lover, or child, you are touched by the Goddess's magick.