“In the attic, the three discovered an entire rack of evening gowns representing every fashion trend of the twentieth century. Brigid chose a strapless black cocktail dress that Sadie had worn. Phoebe found a flowing white Halston that Flora purchased back in the seventies. And Sibyl chose a gold-beaded flapper dress that had belonged to her great-great-grandmother, Rose. Liam sent a car to fetch them for the party. Gathered in the foyer, it was the first time they saw each other in their formal wear. Brigid's eyes were smoky and lips scarlet. Her red hair fell over her bare shoulders, where blue veins were just visible beneath violet-tinged skin. Phoebe's skin glowed with no assistance from makeup, and she wore her hair in a crown of braids woven through with a golden ribbon. Sibyl was where all the Duncans traits met. She was light and dark, glamorous and natural. Her red curls formed a bloom around her lovely face. The Three looked, very much, like a trio.” FamilySistersWitchesAuntMother DaughterAncestorsNieceSlayFashion SenseTrio Book:The Women of Wild Hill Source: The Women of Wild Hill
“You were traveling through the bloodline and entering each of your ancestors' minds. You know things about all of us now." Lily was right. Sibyl knew where Ivy kept the baking soda. She knew the family recipe for scones, which Sadie had brought over from Scotland. She remembered that Rose had been particularly fond of currant and cream scones, though she'd never seen her eat one.” ChefAncestorsDessertsPreferencesRecollections Book:The Women of Wild Hill Source: The Women of Wild Hill
“Every woman in the Duncan family had her own, unique way of communing with the Old One. As a girl, Sadie had simply popped down to the dungeon for a chat with the ghosts whenever she was in need of guidance. Rose would lie on the ground that would one day be her grave and watch the clouds and the birds overhead for messages. Ivy grew herbs that allowed her mind to travel to the place where the worlds met. Flora had always loved fire.” WitchesDescendantsAncestorsCommuneElements Of Nature Book:The Women of Wild Hill Source: The Women of Wild Hill
“There, just as she'd known they would be, were the ancestors. Sadie, the redheaded matriarch, dressed as the huntress in a short white tunic and sandals. Ivy and Rose, the golden twins, one fair and one feral. Lilith, the dark, in her somber tweeds and red lipstick. And Flora, in a gown of flowers that left an alluring scent in her wake.” WitchesAncestorsFamily Legacy Book:The Women of Wild Hill Source: The Women of Wild Hill
