What Moves the Dead (Sworn Soldier, #1)

by T. Kingfisher

“How do we destroy a fungus?” I asked Miss Potter. “Quick! How does something like this die?”

There’s something desperately wrong with Madeline,

white threads at the corners of her mouth and when she spoke, I could see flashes of her tongue, coated in pale wool.

Tinnitus roared in my ears, drowning out everything. I welcomed it. It didn’t last nearly long enough.

The jellylike shapes vanished under the darkness and everywhere was a heavy smell of burned things.

the smoldering timbers of the fallen house of Usher.