Ankyra Sound angels clawed with burnished wings still loyal kiss the seal

but it was not rosalyn who spoke first; erzulie chased dryness from her lips with the edge of her tongue and half-turned to regard the curved, foreboding presence of her wife. "i cannot blame caiaphas for what she did. i only regret it was not me who tore de t'roat from de little wretch." a smile that held no warmth then, for erzulie still harboured her own secret feelings upon the elevation of firefly and his choice of rosalyn as co-leader.
she felt put out, the harlot supposed, though harlot no longer as her belly was filled with the scarred man's cubs. would she have agreed if she had known caiaphas would be uprooted from her post? "dere leader is dead; i heard de cries not long ago. she has struck a mighty blow, de old one."
a determined flash in her mismatched eyes. "i will not allow her to be punished for dis."