"Witch's ladder," Sawyer announced at the kitchen table after my patrol. "A charm knotted together with specific intent, often a curse or other spellwork, the effects of which have to do with the items knotted and where the witch's ladder is placed."
"I would say the effects are pretty damn clear." Jacek leaned forward to look once again at the photo I'd taken of the bones and hair on my phone. I hadn't dared to take the thing out of the mausoleum since I no longer touched anything I didn't understand. It was weirdest thing, though - after Eddie and I had left the graveyard, I'd been immediately able to lift my arms and twirl and everything instead of feeling like I was swimming through caramel.
The witch's ladder was definitely meant for me.
Sawyer continued reading from an internet
