What Moves the Dead (Sworn Soldier, #1)

by T. Kingfisher

Perhaps it would not have been so unsettling if the mushrooms had not looked so much like flesh.

I had a strong urge to step back from them, and an even stronger urge to poke them with a stick.

“They say mushrooms spring up where the Devil walks,” said Angus sourly. “And where fairies dance.”