She likes warmth and frequent good food, and, most of all, fucking. She does not read, does not think, does… — Sheri S. Tepper
She likes warmth and frequent good food, and, most of all, fucking. She does not read, does not think, does not care. She would ride twenty miles in bad weather for her lust’s sake, and would not walk twenty paces down a hallway to do a kindness. She emptied her ashes, not out of any sense of cleanliness, but only so her fire would burn so she could be warm. If she wants something, she could kill to get it, and if she does not want something, it might as well not exist so far as she is concerned.
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“Where did all the magic go, Janice?”
“The Church took most of it,” she said, giving me this strange, wild-eyed glare.
“The Church?” I asked stupidly. It was what Puck had said, but somehow I hadn’t believed it.
“Making magic,” she said. “All their sacraments are magical. Turning this into that. Making spells to forgive sins. They don’t admit it’s magic, but that’s what it is! ‘The recitation of formulae by an elect, resulting in a condition contrary to reality, is magic.’ But there was only so much of it around. The fairies had it, then the Church took it, and now the Church is losing it to something else. The last days are coming. It’s been foretold.
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