Teaser Tuesday #91

Ed ecco di nuovo la rubrica settimanale Teaser Tuesday, creata dal blog Should Be Reading, che si divide in poche, semplici fasi:
1_ prendi il libro che stai leggendo
2_ apri una pagina a caso
3_ scrivi un breve brano (stando attenti a non spoilerare)
4_ scrivi titolo e autore

"And now there's a man without a soul who's following you. And the stink of him makes even witches hate witches. You don't feel inclined to set fire on me, by any chance, Miss Tiffany Aching?"
"No, of course not," said Tiffany.
"Or press me flat on the ground with lots of stones on me?"
"What are you talking about?"
"It wasn't just stones," said Mrs. Proust. "You hear people talk about witches being burned, but I don't reckon many real witches ever did get burned unless they were tricked in some way; I think it was moslty poor old women. Witches are moslty too soggy, and it was probably a wicked waste of good timber. But it's very easy to push an old lady down to the ground and take one of the doors off the barn and put it on top of her like a sandwich and pile stones on it until she can't breath anymore. And that makes all the badness go away. Except that it doesn't. Because there are other things going on, and other old ladies. And when they run out, there are always old men. Always strangers. There's always the outsider. And then, perhaps, one day, there's always you. That's when the madness stops. When there's no one left to be mad. Do you know, Tiffany Aching, that I felt when you kissed the winter? Anyone with an ounce of magical talent felt something." She paused and her eyes narrowed. Now she was staring at Tiffany. "What did you wake up, Tiffany Aching? What rough thing opened the eyes that it had not got and wondered who you were? What have you brought upon us, Miss Tiffany Aching? What have you done?"
 - I shall wear midnight, Terry Pratchett