The icy weather turned every blade of grass into a statue . . .And made drapes of the beeches . . .And transformed pine trees into giantesses in icy dresses . . .Or arches, sadly.It showed off the blues . . .And brought out the reds . .Vividly.
I have lived an enjoyable long life. A life of wickedness and adventure. I have been the thing in the darkness that people fear. I would not have changed a thing.
— The Witch in “The Grace of Wild Things” by Heather Fawcett