Witch, fish, flinch, kiss – won't you let me grant your wish? Autor: Erin Bow Copy Quote More from Erin Bow “- the rusalka was kneeling beside Plain Kate on the deck. She was made of fog a…” “And suddenly, in the place of the woman-shape made of shadow, there was somethi…” “Kate faced the crowd. They were just eyes and teeth to her, just spit and voice…” “Foggy little oxbowsForest pools where no one goesLost links of the river dreami…”