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“Whiskey. Banish her. Now.”
The cat trotted over to the woman and rubbed against her legs.
“Whiskey!” Marge huffed. “Traitor.”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“All Mundanes have done to one another is focus on competing for the smartest or bravest tasks to win overall strength. Otherworlders live in a world where they compete but for a different cause: To survive.
No, I am not implying Mundanes don’t do that too.
Otherworlders exist for change of heart, not change of desire.”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“The boy looked around and spotted the graves. Then his gray eyes landed on the dead girl. “You killed someone?!”
“Not for the ritual. She was spying on me.”
“And that makes it better?!”
“She’s a Mundane. No one will even care.”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“Aren’t you a Mundane?”
“No.”
Penny crossed her arms. “What are you then? A Cyborg?”
The man laughed deeply.
“Why do you all think what I say is funny?”
Uncle Bernard, Penny has decided to keep calling him, smiled. “We’re Necromancers.”
“Necromancers? Like, you do witchcraft?”
“Yes.”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“Well, you see, I was trying to summon a duck army, but I was able to spawn Satan at the mere age of twelve instead by accident. Where were you at that age? Right, probably still drooling over the rise of miniskirts in Arcane.”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“Margaret Hollow killed an innocent girl, and she is no saint.”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“The man scowled. “My Necromancy isn’t―”
“It’s weak. Admit it,” retorted Marge. “I’ve seen a baby perform spells better than your little mind-tricks you tried pulling on us when we got here. It doesn’t do you any good to hide it in the dark, you know.”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“Margaret was weird in her demonstrations. [...] she could place your spirit in Pandora’s Box and your body hanging from the ceiling… (She tried this on a frog, and it was very successful).”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“Do you still see the Hollows as butterflies when maybe, just maybe, dear reader, you should see them as monsters?”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“Penny, heads up,” came Ezrah’s voice.
When she turned around, she barely had time to catch the knife barreling towards her. “What am I supposed to do with this?!”
Ezrah, who picked Kitianna up bridal-style, pointed to the ground where unconscious Otherworlders lay. “Some of them are faking, or unconscious. If they wake―”
“You expect me to kill them?” Penny shook her head.
“Mostly protect yourself. But this is Arcane; so, yes.”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“You killed someone?!'
'Not for the ritual. She was spying on me.'
'And that makes it better?!'
She's a Mundane. No one will even care.”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“Let me spell it out for you, sister.” Ezrah tossed the last of his orange to the ground. “I-L-L-E-G-A-L. Get it?”
Marge scoffed. “When has that stopped us?”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“Marge laughed and readied her stance. “The Hollows never go out without a fight.”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“What would be wise is if my sister didn't act like she is more important than all of humanity. Or if my parents were still alive. Or if this family didn't have secrets so thick a Reshaper couldn't cut through it. But we don't get what we want.”
Uncle Bernard sighed, running a hand down his face once again. “Honestly, you are giving me a headache. Just go get dressed.”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“What did you expect, little girl?” said the werewolf to Marge.
Margaret gagged. “Not that breath of yours. I thought the High Court taught you all proper hygiene? Isn’t that what we paid for?”
The man sneered. “Killing you―”
“You can’t. You see, I’m special and you’re not.”
He laughed.
“Don’t take it in a good way,” continued Marge. “You just lack the ability to be smart.”
“Margaret, would you stop chatting and fight,” hissed Penny, struggling against the Otherworlder’s iron grip on her thin wrist.
The werewolf countered, “Smart? You aren’t even fighting me.”
It was Marge’s turn to laugh. “Oh, sorry. The spell took some time to conjure.” She smiled up at him. “I hope you like duck. Away, my children!”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“Gosh.” Marge rolled her eyes. “Time traveling sounds so boring with rules. I mean, don’t you two ever just want to jump off cliffs, teleport back before you hit the water, and do it all again, and like, the closer you get to the water, the more points you get for cheating Death? No? Just me? Don’t you two ever have any fun? Imagine putting Satan in that time-loop―fucking cool. Hey, how much would Satan glow if you stuff him in a jar―?”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“Kitianna stared at them with concern. “Are you sure you want to hear this?”
“Do you think we asked because we wanted brownie points to dispense our childhood misery to Otherworlders?” retorted Marge loudly and Caesar quacked in response.”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“Is all of this magic that simple?” Penny's eyes widened to mini saucers. “I mean, you all perform spells like it's nothing but eating a meal.”
“It takes practice, energy, and genetics,” informed Ezrah. “Not everyone can do magic; not everyone can do the same magic either. Lucky for us Chiaroscuro Necromancers, we can do all spells. So long as we are of legal age and rights, and we don’t get caught when we aren’t, we won’t go to, what do you Mundanes call it—jail?”
“How come you can do all?”
“They can do black and white magic,” stated Kitianna as she entered the kitchen. “Most Otherworlders can only do one or the other.”
“So like good and evil Necromancy?” said Penny.
“Sure, if you want to call it that,” implied Ezrah.
“What would you call it?”
“Chiaroscuro. That is the terminology here.”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“Don’t call me Marge, dog. I am not a kinship or friend to you.”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“You could have been seen,” Ezrah grumbled.
“When am I ever seen?”
The boy chortled. “Let’s see… That time you set a girl’s hair on fire in the Academy, grade four; or that duck army you raised to get back at a boy; or, I know, that time you switched all of the red traffic lights to green to watch a pesky butterfly be crushed in the chaos.”
“It had its chance to leave me alone.”
“It was a bloody-fucking butterfly, Marge. It was not an Otherworlder!”
“Could have been a shapeshifter.”
The boy groaned.”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“Margaret smiled. "Surprise! We're brainwashed.”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“It’s a simple Barrier Enchantment Charm. A Mundane like you could even do it with enough practice,” stated Margaret. “But most Mundanes lack the focus.”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“I didn’t expect this would be easy,” Ezrah mumbled. “I was just hoping I wouldn’t have to resort to violence.”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“Mundanes are as oblivious as a dead rat,” said Margaret.”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“Ready?” Ezrah held up his hand.
Penny looked down at his pale flesh, and suddenly felt embarrassed.
Just because he’s a boy doesn’t mean you’re in love. (It’s because he’s hot.)”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“She looked at Whiskey. “And why does your cat look like that, and why can it talk?”
“It isn’t a real cat,” retorted Marge. “It’s a spirit projection. This house is alive.”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“Ezrah said, “You used Time to find us. Why not do that now?”
“We didn’t use Time,” stated Saphy.
“Then what did you use? A spoon?” Marge wasn’t amused.”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“How did they get past our Sealant Charm?” Marge hissed. “That was fucking put up by Leonardo da Vinci himself!”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“Ezrah scoffed. “You’re fucking cold, Marge. Life is meaningless to you.”
“And what is it to you,” retorted Margaret, “but a game to forget?”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows

“She slammed the book onto the eating bar. Flipping it open, the word werewolf was on the title. “I believe the reason we’re losing our abilities―”
“And are dying when we use our magic. Can’t forget that. Oh wait, you have when you killed that Mundane and summoned demons in the middle of a public cemetery.”
― Kaitlin Creeger, The Hollows