Tsarag Vin was fourteen years old when he first came to the Street of the Witches. But he never returned from it. Someone did, who looked like him, who remembered what he remembered and shared his longings; but this was someone else, for truly it is said that whosoever dwells among the Witches, even for a single night, is irrevocably changed.
I know this to be true, for I have dwelt there a long time.
I am your host, the storyteller, one of the characters in the story, whose identity will be clear enough in time.
Be patient then. The Street of the Witches weaves through the back alleys and shadows of every city in the world, every city which ever was and ever will be.
It is a path through the labyrinth. It is the labyrinth.
Tsarag’s transformation began subtly, as his teacher, the lea
