“In my dreams I saw Chiwa's hand: pale and elegant with glowing veins reaching out toward Hadithi. I wanted to warn him with a scream; to shout at him to run, but I couldn't move or speak or blink. All I could do was watch. The witch’s hand dripped with dark crimson blood, filling every crevice of her fingernails, seeping onto a stone surface.”
Book:Child of Shadows