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Ukens smakebit kommer fra Witchlanders av Lena Coakley, s. 8:
Her eyes startled him when she looked up; they were so bright and blue and wild. "I see the future," she whispered. "I'm seeing it right now."
"You're not." His voice quavered a little. "Stop it. You're not even looking at the casting."
"A great witch doesn't need bones. I can see the future written in the flecks of your eyes." She touched his face with cold hands, holding him by the chin. "Stay still. I almost have it all."