Dragoncrest Cliffs Cause I have traveled cross this country wide

the question was put to the pirate; erzulie fell silent. rosalyn would answer well enough. drageda held its old ghosts, spectres, but in the quieted harlot, the feel of this place only engendered a great anger within her. something dark and curdled and bitter down to the last drop.
a resentment that could never be surrendered, she suspected.
eyetip to her wife.
could such a birthright be absolved of evil before it was passed down?
loa stirring.
was this the poisoned cup marie had passed to her? why not uphold drageda as a sign of their triumph? the old wound ached, the one that they had torn in the tapestry of her life the day that she discovered the story of her mate's kidnapping.
old blood. old black blood. cursed blood.
she would never forget.
she would never forgive.