“Katsia… she….” “Who the fuck is she?” I drop my tone an inch. “Seriously, Damon, I’ve read the title-less book. Her diary or suicide note or whatever!” Damon’s eyes turn hard and cold. “Tacet a Mortuis.” “Pardon?” I ask, confused with his Latin again. “Tacet a Mortuis is the name of the book. In English is Whispers from the Dead.” “Oh.” My eyebrows pull together in confusion. The Book is still easier to say than Tacet a Mortuis, but okay.
