Chapter 5570 Song Of The Gypsy Woman:>Ep3
- Her smile came slow, lazy, like a cat warming itself by the hearth. "You know," she said, voice low and rough-edged, sweet and smoky all at once, "some say we gypsies are born with second sight. Cursed. Or blessed. That we see what hides in people's hearts -- their futures... their secret desires."
- She held one hand over the flames as she spoke. They flared higher, shifting from gold to a deep, blood-orange. Sparks curled into the dark, mingling with fireflies. For a moment Ash thought he saw shapes and figures in them -- dancers, wolves, something grinning and sharp -- before it all dissolved back into sparks.
- "I told a girl once she'd be kissed by death before her wedding night. She laughed. Weeks later her groom-to-be drowned in the millpond." Her eyes flicked to him, bright in the firelight. "I told a soldier he'd fall in love with his enemy. He spat at me. That winter he deserted, for a boy in blue."