Sycorax Quotes

Sycorax has grown into a hoop

We Black people cannot outrun our demons. Nor should we ever want to. We will embrace them as our lost Beloveds, and listen to the songs they sing to bring us through the darkness. —Walidah

While the larger white society lives in terror of liberated Blackness, of the “demons” unleashed coming after them, we know many of our spirits haunt us out of love, out of a desire for all that was unfairly stolen from them.

We are what we are, but it is not evil. I have lived a long time, and I’ve seen real evil, remember? People who hate because others do not fit within their idea of normal are evil. People who would hunt and hurt those who are different are evil. People who subjugate those they perceive to be weaker, in the name of their perversion of righteousness, they are evil. You look nothing like evil.” Jackie

the ways Black people are portrayed as the ultimate evil to justify historically and currently our exploitation, containment, and murders; the fact that for Black people and other people of color, the history of slavery, genocide, white supremacy, and colonialism is the only true horror story, and it is one we continue to live every day; and the fact that resistance of the oppressed to these structures has always been seen as the most frightful abomination that could be birthed. Through

Shame is a magnificent isolator, too. It doesn’t allow you to confide in friends. You explain yourself by saying you can handle it yourself. But in reality, “handling it” would mean you’d have to stop hiding the truth from yourself. You have to acknowledge that once again, you’ve allowed yourself to be used, that you gave up that special part of you. That’s

Maleka wasn’t just apologizing to Caleb, Travis, and Ryan. She was also apologizing to her cousin Maybell who put a broom by her bedroom door to keep her safe from the terrors that lurked in the night. She was apologizing to her grandmother, who had given her a gift that was meant to keep her safe, and to the gas-station attendant who knew how important it was when he tried to give it back to her. But more importantly, Maleka was apologized to God for her earlier blasphemous display of disobedience. With

But there was so much injustice. As soon as one field of hatred and oppression was burned, another crop came into harvest. It never ended and Jane grew tired.

He’s got to stage-manage James and get that core back to the Sycorax.

Mickey was carving the turkey - very badly - and Rose was serving the sprouts as the Doctor walked quietly into the house. The delighted look on Rose's face told him all he needed to know. The relief this brought was like warm water sluicing through him. The Sycorax hadn't worried him much - not for a second. However, the possibility that Rose of all people - that Rose, his heart of the TARDIS, might not recognize him, might not accept him... He would never have admitted to himself how close to an unbearable thought that was. They sat down at the table and he pulled a cracker with her. She screamed, absurdly. He won, but handed her the bigger half anyway, because he liked to see her smile, and she did.

said. “In the cupboard beneath the counter is a smaller cage. Pour some food into it, put the door to that cage next to the door in the bigger cage, and open them both. Sycorax and Caliban will run into the smaller cage. Then you can clean their cage.” It sounded too easy, and I looked at Mrs. Baker to see if something in her eyes said “Plot.” But I couldn’t see her eyes, because she was opening an ancient green book and turning thin pages. “Hurry, Mr. Hoodhood, so we can enjoy the play,” she said. I found the small cage in the cupboard, and even though I didn’t think it would work out just like Mrs. Baker had said, it actually did. The rats were so hungry, I guess, that they would have done anything to get at the food. They probably would have eaten chalk-covered cream puffs. So when I opened the doors, Sycorax and Caliban laid off sticking out their scabby

And by the way, for the record, I didn’t exactly say “Oh” when Sycorax and Caliban jumped out from the cages. Neither did Mr. Vendleri. And neither did Mrs. Baker.

Rebecca Gleeson (an everyday schoolgirl on her way to school on the Monday morning eight o’clock train.) The Kingdom of Nought is a time tale legacy: accompanying her on the train Rebecca’s arch nemeses Rona Chadwick, the school bully. Rebecca a fan of poetry and fairy tales. “Tales of kindness and friendship.” She would say to herself. Rebecca was a reader of wonderful books that have a cult following. Unknown to Rebecca far away at the start of the universe dark and evil forces start to unbalance the natural order of day and night, good and evil. Weird things begin to happen as both Rebecca and Rona are transported back in time to The Kingdom of Nought to reinstate the benevolent balance within the kingdom. The adventure for the schoolgirls starts out strange and gets stranger, in the best way possible. Their meeting with the witch Sycorax is as creepy and evocative as you’d hope. The story combines mathematical realism with fantasy, blurring the edges in a way that high-lights that place where stories and real life convene, where magic contains truth. As you open the book and turn the pages you enter a strange place out-side time with amazing creatures and spectacular landscapes. An extremely addictive story that will take you to a magical place with a most unusual conclusion.

All their names are gone from our paperwork, or rather, replaced, with Prospero and Sycorax.

Why is it when folks talk about herbs and such, folks think voodoo?