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Emma Hinds’s Followers (104)
Emma Hinds
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The Knowing
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2024
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2 editions
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Witchlore
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2025
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8 editions
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The Quick and the Dead
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2025
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8 editions
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Ineffable Love: Exploring God’s purposes in TV’s Good Omens
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Nightcurse
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“Every witch I’ve ever met says I’m too powerful, I’m too much, I’m not safe,” I say. “Not safe to be anyone’s friend, to study with anyone, to be trusted.”
To be loved by anyone, I add silently, kicking my Doc Martens against the wall of the canal. When I’ve got control of my grief, soaring through my chest like a bird with feathers made of sorrow, I go on.
“Maybe if I could actually shift it would be different, but my power doesn’t make me feel safer,” I admit, not letting my voice rise above a whisper, too ashamed to speak loudly. “Mostly, I just feel … fucking lonely.”
Bastian doesn’t say anything for a while. I wonder if I spoke too quietly for him to hear. A goose flaps its wings and slides into the water, gently paddling upstream. Then he speaks.
“We could study together,” he says.
He doesn’t phrase it like a question, but a statement. It’s funny, because in it I hear something different. You don’t have to be alone is what I hear. I’ve not felt that in a while now, like someone believes I’m safe to be around. That someone wants my company. Bastian might treat witchcraft differently to any witch I’ve ever met, but he’s here and he’s not afraid of me.
“Yeah, okay,” I say.”
― Witchlore
To be loved by anyone, I add silently, kicking my Doc Martens against the wall of the canal. When I’ve got control of my grief, soaring through my chest like a bird with feathers made of sorrow, I go on.
“Maybe if I could actually shift it would be different, but my power doesn’t make me feel safer,” I admit, not letting my voice rise above a whisper, too ashamed to speak loudly. “Mostly, I just feel … fucking lonely.”
Bastian doesn’t say anything for a while. I wonder if I spoke too quietly for him to hear. A goose flaps its wings and slides into the water, gently paddling upstream. Then he speaks.
“We could study together,” he says.
He doesn’t phrase it like a question, but a statement. It’s funny, because in it I hear something different. You don’t have to be alone is what I hear. I’ve not felt that in a while now, like someone believes I’m safe to be around. That someone wants my company. Bastian might treat witchcraft differently to any witch I’ve ever met, but he’s here and he’s not afraid of me.
“Yeah, okay,” I say.”
― Witchlore
“What does my coffee order tell you about me?”
“Black Americano and a Samuel Delany book?” I snort. “That you secretly wish your life was a Kubrick movie.”
― Witchlore
“Black Americano and a Samuel Delany book?” I snort. “That you secretly wish your life was a Kubrick movie.”
― Witchlore
“Every witch I’ve ever met says I’m too powerful, I’m too much, I’m
not safe,” I say. “Not safe to be anyone’s friend, to study with anyone, to be
trusted.”
To be loved by anyone, I add silently, kicking my Doc Martens against
the wall of the canal. When I’ve got control of my grief, soaring through my
chest like a bird with feathers made of sorrow, I go on.
“Maybe if I could actually shift it would be different, but my power
doesn’t make me feel safer,” I admit, not letting my voice rise above a
whisper, too ashamed to speak loudly. “Mostly, I just feel … fucking
lonely.”
Bastian doesn’t say anything for a while. I wonder if I spoke too quietly
for him to hear. A goose flaps its wings and slides into the water, gently
paddling upstream. Then he speaks.
“We could study together,” he says.
He doesn’t phrase it like a question, but a statement. It’s funny, because
in it I hear something different. You don’t have to be alone is what I hear.
I’ve not felt that in a while now, like someone believes I’m safe to be
around. That someone wants my company. Bastian might treat witchcraft
differently to any witch I’ve ever met, but he’s here and he’s not afraid of
me.
“Yeah, okay,” I say.”
― Witchlore
not safe,” I say. “Not safe to be anyone’s friend, to study with anyone, to be
trusted.”
To be loved by anyone, I add silently, kicking my Doc Martens against
the wall of the canal. When I’ve got control of my grief, soaring through my
chest like a bird with feathers made of sorrow, I go on.
“Maybe if I could actually shift it would be different, but my power
doesn’t make me feel safer,” I admit, not letting my voice rise above a
whisper, too ashamed to speak loudly. “Mostly, I just feel … fucking
lonely.”
Bastian doesn’t say anything for a while. I wonder if I spoke too quietly
for him to hear. A goose flaps its wings and slides into the water, gently
paddling upstream. Then he speaks.
“We could study together,” he says.
He doesn’t phrase it like a question, but a statement. It’s funny, because
in it I hear something different. You don’t have to be alone is what I hear.
I’ve not felt that in a while now, like someone believes I’m safe to be
around. That someone wants my company. Bastian might treat witchcraft
differently to any witch I’ve ever met, but he’s here and he’s not afraid of
me.
“Yeah, okay,” I say.”
― Witchlore
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