“There are witches—a very few witches—who can move between this world and the next.” “Time spinners,” I said with a nod. “Yes, I know. I’m one of them.” “Not between this time and the next, Diana, but between this world and the next.” Marjorie gestured at the branch by my feet. “Life—and death. You can be in both worlds. That is why the rowan chose you, not the alder or the birch.”
