All voodoo is spirit. Every fly and blade of grass. You only need to learn the names they’re called. The first time that you try they might not hear you. Over time you earn their trust, and they might tell you secret things or find forgotten treasures. If a curse is needed, fear the trembling earth that sings beneath their every footstep. It is worse to cast the evil eye than have it bend in your direction. Everything is word, and I’d rather give blessings. When at end I perish, my soul will not be interred in musty soil. My name called forth at last, I’ll join the great processions flying past.

• from the quill of Spellsinger Arcus of the Ether

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