Dragoncrest Cliffs We are painted with the fear that if the sea recedes, it never comes back...

erzulie felt so very secure against the warm familiarity of rosalyn's body. they had raced and fought and fled for the the land they now had.
but by now the obsidian believed they would have had an heir.
their current brood was growing, but would not see a year until the next warm months.
chacal. perhaps.
"i go back an' fort' about children. more of dem, i mean."
first, a no that had maintained itself. and then a faltering. she sighed.