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“I have been around for a very long time, and I've eavesdropped on many a learned man. The truth is, women will always confuse them. Witches or not, they're not sure how we work. Women are clearly in league with nature. Even our cycles follow those of the moon. We create life out of little and intuit things that men don't. We terrify them because we posses powers they aren't able to plunder. Because they'll never be able to do what we can, they decided long ago to declare us inferior.”

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The Women of Wild Hill

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Kirsten Miller
Kirsten Miller

Kirsten Miller is a contemporary novelist born in 1973. Her works are known for their fantasy and science fiction elements, which have won her a dedicated readership. more

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