The Winter Players

When you fell in the sea, you should have heard them cheer. I made them rope the yard and fish you up. I said a ducking in water washes the witch-skill out of a woman until next full moon, and it would be bad luck to let you drown. How about that for a clever story? They’d believe anything if you make it sound silly enough.

Spells are words, and words are merely noises. You are the sorceress, not your instruction. Don’t limit yourself.

There were clouds like sharks with open jaws in the sky that morning.