He spoke with his own voice into Ravyn’s mind once more. Before your lifetime, he said, before the story of the girl, the King, and the monster, I told an older tale. One of magic, mist, and Providence Cards. Of infection and degeneration. His smile fell away. Of barters made. “I’m familiar with The Old Book of Alders.” “Good. For you’re about to step into it.” Ravyn drew in a breath, the ice in the air nesting in his lungs. “The Twin Alders is the only Card of its kind,” the Nightmare continued. “It gives its user the power to speak to our deity, the Spirit of the Wood. And it is she who
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Really am curious if the Spirit of the Wood is simply a metaphorical stand-in figure for the forest, if she's an actually being that we're going to eventually confront.
