Stavanger Bay So we built a fortress of red bricks and ladders

I don't know, she moaned reflexively, but she didn't look at her. It wasn't until Erzulie pulled her attention that her eye finally set upon her wife.

Erzulie. The relief was palpable. The panic didn't immediately leave her, but she pressed herself close, as if to assure herself that her wife was actually there. This was a place of ghosts.

She shouldn't be here.

Rational thought was still just beyond her, along with the inevitable shame this would bring her. There was no hiding this any longer. Both of these would perhaps reappear when fear ceased to drive.

We need to go. Something had happened here... something violent. She remembered.