Felltree Marsh lives of the witching circle

"then i'll kill them." a muscle jumped high on his cheek, beneath his eye; the tic shuddered for a second and then passed.
the bleak expression spread toward shardik, almost wondering why the other continued to question.  
lest the wonder become suspicion, lestan fell into deliberate silence and refused to answer any other inquiries until they had come to the center of the marsh, where lestan turned slowly in a circle as he tasted the air, as if trying to choose another direction.