" It was true, I had a love simmering inside me. This thing I felt
for her, perhaps it was strong enough to tear apart a coven, a town. Maybe
even bring a Heathen to its knees. But I had a darkness inside me too. It
became a passenger inside my skin, moving leisurely within me like an evil
spirit. And if I could not indulge in the one, I’d be overtaken by the other. "

― Nicole Fiorina , Hollow Heathens: Book of Blackwell (Tales of Weeping Hollow, #1)