I watched my girls grow up… grow into their gifts, and then they died because of them. And before I’m even done mourning the cycle starts up again. I’m suddenly 9 months pregnant with Ingrid, and then soon after comes Freya. And once again my girls grow up, they practice magic, then one way or another they die by its hand. Over and over and over and over.
(Источник: tchamblers из блога thewitchesofeastend)