Drowning in the Trevet River is typically the end of anyone's story. That is, unless Old Man Hastr is there to witness and has an empty porcelain pot on hand.
The rusalki still bear vague memories of their life, enough to project upon themselves a convincing life-like image, but they are violently jealous of the living.
“You have ta be there… right at the moment their eyes stop seeing, their lungs stop heaving.” Vodnik's voice dropped to a whisper. “Right when they think they’re free.” - A Sawmill's Hope
First Mention: A Sawmill's Hope - NovelRelated Art: Aedron plays on
by: Tracy E Flynn