Ankyra Sound We've been chasing this, all of our years

"sometimes bad, but i know de sickness will pass. caiaphas gave me herbs for it." new plants to add to her inner lexicon, she supposed, albeit reluctantly. for what was she to do with the tools of a midwife? still, it hurt nothing to be more informed. "i can bring some to you," the chai-tea woman purled, eyes-half closed against rosalyn's grooming. "an' we will not know for another fortnight if it took, i t'ink."
"drageda has been silent," erzulie commented at length, unable to help herself. the murderous dogs upon the cliff remained a source of ire and irritation to her; some nights she lay awake, dwelling upon the faces she had committed to memory, willing their utter destruction at the pleasure of the loa.