Ankyra Sound and the cries of your writhings shall rise

erzulie did not immediately answer, focusing instead upon the slow drip of rain outside.
”i had nevah envisioned that we would all be one large an’ happy family,” the harlot murmured after a time. ”but his abandonment is disappointing, an’ perhaps i am also disappointed in myself for choosing him.”
she should have waited, allowed the season to dictate for her the best male, searched outside rusalka.