Seramet pulls another handful of leaves from the bag and throws them onto the fire. The smoke in the room starts to get thicker. "Venturing into the spirit world," she says, "is not like walking down a well-trodden path. It is more akin to a fisherman dropping a line in the water, not knowing what he is going to catch but hoping that something takes the bait."
"So we are the fishermen, and the gods are the fish?"
"Perhaps," she says. "Sometimes it's the other way around. In any case, you must prepare for another journey into the spirit world."