Always these young women in search of power, their eyes rolled back in their heads, midriffs exposed. Always some girl with a candle in a dark room— and poof, her face brightens as she achieves some moment of bliss. The raindrops around her freeze in midair, the wolves stop baring their fangs, and for a moment the young girl marvels at her own invincibility. But then it’s fire, fire, always someone with a stake or a knife ready to do her in. She is a spark about to go out.
Jeannine Hall Gailey, “Introduction to Witchcraft”