“She is a Weyward. And she carries another Weyward inside her. She gathers herself together, every cell blazing, and thinks: Now . The window breaks, a waterfall of sharp sounds. The room grows dark with feathered bodies, shooting through the… — Emilia Hart Copy Share Image
“They were halfway across the road when a birdcall tugged her back, pulling at some strange, secret part of her. A crow, she thought, from its husky caw---she had already learned to recognize most of the birds that sang in her parents' garden, and crows were her favorite. There was something intelligent---almost human---about their sly voices and dark, luminous eyes.… — Emilia Hart Copy Share
“I had nature in my heart, she said. Like she did, and her mother before her. There was something about us---the Weyward women---that bonded us more tightly with the natural world. We can feel it, she said, the same way we feel rage, sorrow, or joy. The animals, the birds, the plants---they let us in, recognizing us as one of… — Emilia Hart Copy Share
“December. The days begin white and glittering with snow---on the roof, the branches of the sycamore, where a robin has taken up residence. It… — Emilia Hart Copy Share Image
“ Altha . A strange name. Soft and yet powerful. Like an incantation.” — Emilia Hart Copy Share Image
“She is a Weyward. And she carries another Weyward inside her. She gathers herself together, every cell blazing, and thinks: Now . The window… — Emilia Hart Copy Share Image
“Bewitched. Everything she knew about witches came from books, and none of it was good. The witch who ate Hansel and Gretel, for instance.… — Emilia Hart Copy Share Image
“I am sure you understand," Father began, looking past Violet at the wall, "that I cannot allow you back into my house after what… — Emilia Hart Copy Share Image
