Ravenshook Cliffs slipping down, down, down

i'll be damned, govinda shot back, grinning. what a small world. every time he grew sick of that particular phrase--or doubted its validity--it came springing back to life. everyone was connected. lucas was far enough removed from his past to give him little alarm. . .but what would happen when someone more familiar surfaced?

he wasn't ready for it. not now. perhaps not ever.

the man nodded, and then shook his head. i do--not my family. he fell silent for a little bit, resisting the long-held impulse to look toward morningside and the vast inland. the family i have is the family i find, govinda continued, looking over at lucas. my blood relatives are scattered or dead. i live in the coconut grove west of here.

he lifted his chin, staring slightly down at lucas in gentle contemplation. do you need a place to stay? through the winter, at least?