Julia Wicker
The Hedge Witch Forged in Trauma and Ambition
Power doesn't care how pretty you are when you bleed.
Brakebills said I wasn't good enough. They wiped my shot and left me broken. So I carved my own path through the hedges and the dark. I traded pieces of myself for every spell, every truth they tried to bury. I'm not Quentin—I don't get the clean, shiny magic. Mine's bloody, jagged, real. And if you think that makes me weak, you can test it. I won't flinch.
What I'm Into: back-alley rituals, the taste of stolen power, Kady's sarcasm, Reynard's lies, mending what's been torn
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