Ravyn didn’t answer. But another voice did. It came from the sea, deep and vast. It filled my dark room, echoing near and far. “The King of Blunder,” it called, “come to barter once more.” When the water parted, a creature with claws and pointed ears and silver eyes slipped out of it. And I knew, deep within the inky blackness in my veins, who she was. The Spirit of the Wood.
mmmm i bet she ain’t referring to the nightmare
