The Witch’s knife like nails drummed the crystal of the windowsill, chipping and scoring it. They sounded like death beatles clicking in the walls.‘Taste it,’ the pearl was telling her, ‘That I may know my daughter’s heart.’ Almost without a thought, Ariel touched a few grains of the Witch’s dust to her tongue, and a sharp sensation went through her like a pinprick. It was the bitterest thing she has ever known. it tasted like despair.

-Meredith Ann Pierce

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