“The real thing about evil,” said the Witch at the doorway, “isn’t any of what you said. You figure out one side of it – the human side, say – and the eternal side goes into shadow. Or vice versa. It’s like the old saw: What does a dragon in its shell look like? Well […]
And of the Witch? In the life of a Witch, there is no “after”, in the “ever after” of a Witch there is no “happily”; in the story of a Witch, there is no afterword. Of that part that is beyond the life story, beyond the story of the life, there is-alas, or perhaps thank […]
The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say.
They say hell is endless. I say hell is empty, and all the devils are here.