You are in my blood. I can't help it. We can't be anywhere except together.
Weetzie Bat / Francesca Lia BlockWitch Hunt † 2022
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History can teach important lessons to those who are willing to listen.
(Are you willing to listen?)To learn from our past and not to commit the same mistakes as our ancestors; that's what Minerva Slaughter has been told history is important for. Though, much for her dismay, to Minerva history has taught her nothing but misery and sorrow, as for her life has been a curse from the moment she took her first breath. All the Slaughter witches must burn, that's what history has taught her.
Born from the ashes of the witches they burned alive and raised with the internal fire of the ones they couldn't burn, she carries rage in her blood and grief in her bones. Sixteen years of rotten girlhood and, just like her ancestors, she already knows she is destined to burn. No matter how many times she tries to escape the sickening fate that surrounds her, history always chases after her until she's left with no more energy to run away.
YOU ARE READING
Witch Hunt. Enid Sinclair
FanfictionThe history book on the shelf is always repeating itself. WEDNESDAY © 2022