Dragoncrest Cliffs are plumes of pampas grass

Dat may be, Sobo conceded, though he had doubts that the nature of the Listener’s power was anything akin to the loa visiting him. They worked in strange ways and not all of them were benevolent. The Listener no doubt worked on a spiritual level apart from normal wolves, but he struggled to connect her with his manman in that way.

I do not know. She not be normal, dat I know. Maybe she also be a loa masqueradin’ as a wolf. If that was so, then Sobo and Mireille were special wolves indeed to have spoken with her, and Coraline and Loko to have been present to witness her. He did not think the loa visited just anyone, nor did he feel he was special in some way for having heard them first.

De firs’ one I was standin’ on de cliffs. De sea, she be angry. Dark. Capped wit’ white and filled wit’ sharp stones. De sky be dark as well, like de storm, but more. De waves came up, up to de cliffs, impossibly high, and den I hear ya voice callin’ my name. Already it was a hazy memory. In a few more weeks he would not remember it at all.

De second be much de same, but dere be a second voice. Come ta me, it says. Den my eyes, dey be drawn to de islands in de sea, to da big one, like dere be hooks in dem and I had no control. When I woke up I went ta see if dere was an island and I saw it from de cliffs. I never noticed dem dere before. Den I knew I had to go dere.

His gaze on Mireille was long and searching. Dey did not do anyt’in’ ta hurt ya dere, did dey? I got a strange feelin’ in my belly on dat island.