Sea Lion Shores samsara

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"Ame. A simple title for one who intrigues." Lecter did not mean his words as a barb, nor did he intend them to be taken as a coy remark. The truth of the matter was that she, in her quietude, with her carefully chosen speech and gliding steps, stimulated his mind into contemplation of her mystery. Perhaps she had come from the sea, and was merely feigning her appearance until the pleasure of the game left her.

"The spirits have access to me. It is not the other way; I would not presume to approach them unless they invited me." To incite the Loa in such a way brought with it the threat of death; Lecter might send up a muttered prayer, but he would not invoke their presence without their specific desire.

"We are a dying breed," the pale man murmured, suddenly filled with a bitterness that pushed aside his brief want for the hunt. "Fewer and fewer wolves see the Gods as worthwhile. They would rather question and fill the universe with their skepticism than believe, than dig into themselves for faith."

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