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“An experienced witch does not rely on karma. She relies on magickal justice.”
― Dacha Avelin

“I cross two fingers, a binary precaution against hex, effective as superconductor or simple superstition.”
― Neil Gaiman, Smoke and Mirrors: Short Fiction and Illusions

“Whoever said, "I'll give you the world," to their significant other, must have had bad intentions.”
― Anthony Liccione

“Throughout history, witches have been the stand-ins for all people who have felt 'outside' or 'different.' I say, fuck it -- go outside, be different, be so different they have to loosen their grip on the world because you are proof there is so much beyond them. Live fully, feel it all without apology, be weird and powerful and amazing. Because ultimately, that is who this book was written for--the wild witches that no man (and no system) could ever begin to contain.

In closing, I would like to remind you that it's always good day to hex the patriarchy.”
― Cherie Dimaline, VenCo

“A magia existe nas mentes daqueles que acreditam nela, n茫o em sua verdadeira influ锚ncia sobre a realidade.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex

“Lightening chills me, while Thunder is my Music!”
― Waide Riddle, Bayou's Hex

“She looked down and saw in surprise an elegant pattern of flowers and vines that wove around her fingers, and in the center of her palm, an open eye.
"This is so you will see yourself as I see you," Nour said, her eyes prickling with tears.
Dina stood and turned to face the mirror. For a moment she did not recognize her reflection. That woman was beautiful, glowing, beaming a smile, kindness and joy radiating from her. That woman was Dina. That's me.
The hex had felt insurmountable, impossible to break, even once she had known she was the cause of it. It was one thing to be told she needed to love herself to break the curse, but quite another to do it in practice. But as Dina looked at herself, everything fell into place. Her family accepted her for who she was. And if she told herself that she was worthy of love, then it was true. And if it was true, there was no need for the hex anymore. No need for that wall that she had built between herself and others to keep them from seeing her as she truly was. Scott loved her, and she loved him. And they would be okay.
She shuddered in a breath as the insidious magic of the hex began to dissipate, like ashes blowing away after a fire's gone out. Then her ears popped, and the hex was gone.
Dina looked across at her mother, smiling through her tears.
"It's gone," she cried. "Mama, I'm free.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Best Hex Ever