When witches don’t fight, we burn.
What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue.
One dog moves out, another moves in. It’s the cycle of life.
This Coven doesn’t need a new Supreme. It needs a new rug.
She would’ve made a lousy Supreme. And that is something this coven just can’t afford at this moment in history. It’s my duty to stay vital.
Here’s my other offer. You can all just die.