“It’s like we have the bones of animals and the hearts of angels.”
“It’s in our blood—we heard their distresses like a rung bell in our bones.”
“Heart of my heart, bone of my bone, spirit of my spirt, we cannot be held.”
“...the bones of cirrus clouds stand out like ribs against the sky - an angel is stretching...”
“A beautiful death is for people who lived like animals to die like angels—loved and wanted.”
“Witches aren’t like that. We live in harmony with the great cycles of Nature, and do no harm to anyone, and it’s wicked of them to say we don’t. We ought to fill their bones with hot lead.”