But Amanita wasn’t listening. She took a knife and gouged out the ravens’ eyes, one by one. “I’m doing necromancy,” she snapped. She crushed one of the eyes, letting the jelly drip into the jar. “They don’t need to be dead, but I do need their eyes.” She crushed another eye in the same way. “And out here, they won’t last long without eyes.” Drip drip drip. “At least now, they died quickly.”