"Hey, you never know. I've only really got the Fox Way ladies to go by, and it all seems tied together for them." Ghosts, cards, scrying in mirrors and bowls of blood-dark cran-grape juice (wine is for drinking, jesus mary!), the whole nine yards.

"Hmm." Gansey ponders the nature of art and artists. "I think," he says after a moment, "that if you're content with what you've made, there will be people who see the right thing, even if it's not exactly what you see."