"Is something wrong, my dear child?"

"No. No," said Winter. "For a moment you reminded my of someone. But my eyes play tricks on me sometimes. They're not very reliable."

"Oh, sweet, stupid child." The kink in the woman's back began to straighten. "We are Lunars. Our eyes are never reliable."

Winter shriveled back. The basket slipped from her hold, crashing to the ground. Before her, Levana shed the guise of the old woman, a snake shedding its skin.

(From Winter, ch. 62)