What are you?
I'm Geelie.
What are you?
My mother was a witch, as was her mother before her, as were all the women in our family, for as far back as memory flows.
Until me.
I am the last.
A shudder ran through her. She'd seen it all from her hiding place in Goody Barrow's wood pile. Her mother's horrific, agonized screams as the flames consumed her. The triumphant shouts of the town folk when they'd hunted down Geelie's older sister and dragged her to the fire.
They'd searched for Geelie as well, but she'd stayed well-hidden until nightfall.
