Witch's Memoirs 4

I was silent. My heart finally emptied out. I no longer felt longing, fear, happiness—anything of the feelings I knew. There was no interest in the bustle of the surrounding world, and more than that, at that moment I didn’t even feel love for Maxim. Everything disappeared. Dissolved in a herbal potion.

— Magic of fate is not control over fate, as many naïvely believe, — my grandmother said, closing her eyes as she inhaled the dense steam. — Magic of fate is the highest degree of sensitivity. The state when, like a beast, you know exactly the moment a gust of wind is approaching—and you determine in time: spread your sails or fold them…