PJ

“There’s a thing I want. In a house.” Which was troublingly vague. “Your people can’t get in?” asked Baptiste. “Oh, they got in.” Frigo turned, leaning on the shovel. “They just never came out.” “No one comes out o’ that place,” said the little girl, spinning her knife in her fingers and flashing a grin almost as nasty as Vigga’s. “Folk say it’s cursed.” “Belonged to an illusionist.”
― Joe Abercrombie, The Devils