Tous mes anciens amours vont me revenir.'- All my old loves will be returned to me

I'm here!" I said..."I'm read to go home!" As if they couldn't see me. As if I couldn't remember what it had been like, fluttering next to someone's ear and whispering into it. How the whole earth was like a musical instrument that we could play effortlessly....I could not fly. My sister was not there. My heart was broken.

Sometimes, it seemed, the business of a Witch or a Godmother was not so much using magic as knowing when not to use it.