Dragoncrest Cliffs We are painted with the fear that if the sea recedes, it never comes back...

She questioned the truth in that but kept silent. They had been together so long at this point it was hard to imagine a time when they were not, and Rosalyn did not doubt her own contributions to this place. She knew better. But she also felt she knew Erzulie.

Had Rosalyn chosen the cliffs? She thought, perhaps... but it didn't matter. Aye, she agreed softly, letting Erzulie lead them to a place to do so. The hunt would distract them and drive the scattered recollections from her mind, as well as any thoughts that were tinged the subtle, acrid taste of mortality.