A Discovery of Witches: Ysabeau deClermont & Sarah Bishop
Ysabeau deClermont was tired of having visitors in her home. Especially the Americans. Diana was one thing, but those aunts were trying her 2000-year-old patience. Witches always thought they could change the future, their meager powers swaying the fates.
"The fates," Sarah Bishop scoffed. "You really believe all that? That three old women are spinning our futures?
"Well, I am a mother, and Diana is the only maiden here. Would that make you a crone?"
Sarah's laughter boomed through the hall. Sept-Tours hadn't heard such a sound in decades, not since Philippe. Perhaps change was not such an impossible thing.