Witch's Marsh Don't you remember when you were young, and you wanted to set the world on fire?

It came to her late — the realization that her father had spoken, that he'd told the man to yield.

Yield, when what she wanted was blood. What she wanted was to kill him.

You women need to learn —

Her teeth scored his haunches again. She was still bristling all over. The taste of marsh and flesh filled her mouth, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough.

— to be seen and not heard.

She would be dead now if not for her father.

Mae tore herself away with a ragged snarl. Fuck off, She spat, lashing out with a foreleg to give him a firm kick in the ass. She wanted to hear the sound of fleeing footsteps.