Book: Copper and honey

I believe that when we die, nothing awaits us - nothing at all, only darkness and silence, and we all know this, we are just afraid to admit it to ourselves. The mechanism stops. We crawl into the earth into tiny particles, turn into soil and air, and are scattered by star dust. History continues its course, time, as before, uplifts and grinds new people, and we leave the stage, as if not very important actors, and no one notices our absence - for what is a tiny human life compared to the vast Universe?

- Preta aderer fl. - The finger slid along the line. "Witchcraft has a price."

And if a dead man comes to the house, who was buried for the third day, I think his family will suspect something is wrong even without black iron.

Sometimes it didn't even require weaving a spell.