Ravensblood Forest that is my cry

"But you have no such malice in you, spirit. You need have no fear."

His calm roused the opposite reaction in her. Bazi felt her control of the situation slip, and she was no longer sure of the direction of this game of twenty questions. Witch. Lecter had spoken of witchcraft. Lasher had a similar way about him, though he seemed more present than the mad king of Silvertip Mountain. Merely thinking of the shaman made her nose fill with the scent of decay, tightening the muscles in her face.

"Spirits and witches don't always get along," she found herself saying.