coven

And I can do nothing about the other covens, you understand.

That, at least, was something the coven had done right.

Then, late in the week, they wanted him to visit the Coven.

"But the coven needs you if there's any chance of making this right."

Some sort of coven or a secret society, and I believe they are all party to it.

My mother and the Coven deal with all things magical.

They'd showed her the coven houses in every big city they hit.

The Coven was not like that, but it would be hard to explain to him.

"I'd like to talk to the rest of the coven members."

They then go to a Coven meeting, but receive little support from the other members.

I took one last look around at the coven and shrugged again.

I'm not even sure a coven working together could affect that big an area.

But he must remain here a short while longer, try to find out where the coven were due to meet.

All the major coven masters from around the world would be there.

The Coven did not pray at all, in that sense.

"Remember that you belong to the coven and will never leave."

"Then why did he lie to you about the coven?"

They were, I thought, what the strength of the coven needed: support.

The coven and I had disturbed the natural order of things.

If a coven has more than three members, they all get on each other's nerves.

Some have private ceremonies at home, while others do so with their covens.

Again, the rules of the old covens have their wisdom.

I don't know what a family is like in the Coven.

With just the twelve members of that coven, and their families.

They were witches and there was a coven of them.