The Burning

Jeez,’ another boy calls, ‘it was a compliment.’ ‘Compliments are like jokes,’ Cat says drily. ‘If you have to explain what they are, they haven’t worked.

We are the granddaughters of the witches you burned. And we’re not putting up with it any more.

You can call me a prude, and you can call me a whore, but really you're just calling me a girl. I am a girl. But those other things are yours. They're in your minds, not mine. .. It's you who've made me a slut. All of you. I didn't have to do anything at all.

It’s worth knowing that sometimes people see you as a symbol of something, instead of a person. And, when they do, it reflects on them, not on you.

We are the granddaughters of the witches you could not burn. And we are not putting up with it anymore.

It's worth knowing that sometimes people see you as a symbol of something, instead of a person. And, when they do, it reflects on them, not on you.