Undead Girl Gang

Spells are just prayers with more steps and a name that scares people.

A scoop of dried rosemary goes into the bag, followed by salt. Sometimes, magic looks a lot like how my mom prepares chicken.

It's hard not to look sneaky when you're sneaking.

You wouldn't understand. It's a dead girl thing.

The best lie is always the truth.

Most of witchcraft is just being present.

I don't forgive. I'm a Taurus.

There’s no one thing that makes Caleb creepy. It’s not that he licks his lips until the skin shreds or that he talks incessantly about being “one of the nice guys” or even his habitual sweatpants boners. Rather, it is all of these things as a whole that lends to his overall air of Total Fucking Creep. An aura of Men’s Rights Activist. Eau de Internet Troll. Musk of Mansplainer.

Oh great. Another clique I’m not cool enough to join. Possibly literally.

We can't all subsist on buttered noodles and self-righteousness.

No one likes a helicopter witch.

It's normal for witches your age to attempt big, messy magic and have it go wrong. That's why it's best to practise in a group.

Caleb loves to slip mentions of my weight into conversation to see if I’ll snap. If I do, he’ll throw his hands up and say he’s just kidding loud enough for everyone around us to hear, so that it sounds like I have no sense of humor and he’s hilarious.