Deepwood Weald the choking smoke of jerusalem burning

a grimness overtook the harlot's features. "down de coast, i t'ink." the pair of them might stand against the winter together, but not upon the coast. inland it would have to be, far beyond the reach of the bear. she knew there was land beyond where they were now, and perhaps those who might join them. but erzulie did not wish to join a pack — their brief stint at drageda's borders had soured the jezebel on the potential of groveling yet again.