Barrow Fields and though half-blind with ravening

the more that caiaphas spoke, the more a grudging but warm seed of admiration began to take seed in erzulie's heart. the nereides were not a name that the harlot knew, yet all she needed was the culmination of that which caiaphas revealed. if the witch spoke truth — and erzulie saw no reason to mistrust her — then there could be no better queen of ankyra than the woman at her side.
"you fell, but you returned. like de sun, or de spring." indefatigable. she went on with her own markings, overlaying those of drageda, feeling the satisfaction of it well within her. "balance den, in all t'ings."