"Our names were the best spell that Papa had ever cast, [...]They were a veil of protection, a caul that never came off. I imagined my father murmuring a prayer for each of his daughters [...]: "Let her eat black plums and never taste the poison. Let her bathe naked in a stream without ever drawing a hunter’s wanton eye. Let all the bears she meets be friendly and pliant, and never men in disguise."
— Mar 18, 2025 11:24AM
Add a comment