Arrow Lake bile quartet

"you need a talisman."
"once i had such a thing. it was stolen from me by another witch." brow arched; this moment held irony but no humour, not for lestan.
akavir; his face blurred and became the boy, and then the boy was his cousin, and then he was —
"a talisman," lestan repeated with a shaking voice. "carry it with you. the dreams. the — whispers," eyes darting. "they — lessen."