“Three tasks you are offered, my pets. Three tasks, no more, no less. Three magical objects you must bring me, three magical objects not touched by your magic.” She lifted one finger. “The tooth of a Dobhar-chú.” A second finger joined the other. “The ruby Amulet of Oisín.” A third finger glared back me. “The Eye of Lugh in the tower of Corvus Rook.” My heart dropped into my stomach. Corvus Rook? Was she suggesting that Corvus and Rook were one and the same? Or worked together? “Your curse shall break,” the Crone continued, “only when all three objects are returned to me.”
