Status Updates From Hex House

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Uh-oh. I think Owen has it coming.

“The right thing," she says on a soft outbreath. "I think doing the right thing split me straight down the middle, let the dark in.”

Ack. That line… splits ME.

I want to be able to sprout claws and wings, too, when I need them.

We’re sprouting feathers now, and they’re born from anger. I like the slow burn of this story.

“What ‘hex' really means, is something, someone, very powerful. The form someone takes when everything about them has been broken and they're ready to build themselves again."”

“Cooking, baking in particular, makes her feel calm and useful - the putting together of humble things a tonic for the unpredictability of everything else.”