“Why? I mean, you can’t have that many opportunities to f**k with witches.”
“Witches, humans; I visit this world for the same reason a child visits the zoo.”
“To learn?”
“No way! And you call yourself a mother?” The body laughed, spurting blood like a fountain. “Children throw popcorn at the lions, pound fists on the glass enclosures, maybe even shout at the sleeping animals for daring to not entertain.”
“Not all children.” I knew for a fact Lola was not such a cruel individual.
“All human children go to the zoo to watch the outcome of their cruelty and laugh at the inherent stupidity of lower lifeforms. It’s a form of fun.”
“Is that what you believe? That humans, even at their most innocent, are vessels of unlimited malice? If so, I pity your lonely existence.”
“Big words for a lit
