"We are the Witch-Mothers, and we are a living contradiction. Sometimes we are stretch-marked, soft-bellied beauty and stained clothes. Sometimes we are leaking breasts and feminine ire. Sometimes we kiss our young sweetly on the forehead, smooth their hair back, then bid them to sleep so we may ride our lovers late past the Witching Hour. Sometimes we warm bottles between our legs and drift to sleep communing with the ancients and dreaming of horned gods and cloaked crones."