Dragoncrest Cliffs they want my soul, they want the wave

"good!" chani crowed. "i want dat too!" she brought him now to a half-submerged stone, showed him how to pry barnacles from the weathered surface. they plucked spiky urchins from another, and when chani had cracked one between two rocks, she fed the boy the rich orange eggs and the bits of sweet meat inside the shell.
"grandmaman erzulie called t'ese 'treaties,' i t'ink."