Ankyra Sound a foul-breathed chora howls, besides

"i do not know!" erzulie cried helplessly. here were nieve, marisol, reyes — clementine, scarab, where were they? raleska she cared for but not more than her own brood, and she nosed her son with a desperate nudge. "we be leavin'," the harlot declared to the daughter of the seawitch. "now."
lips trembled; she knew her little wanderer loved the grotto, and would not think of him floating helplessly in seawater. the others she must get to safety. then, and only then, could she return.
"come," erzulie uttered to her children; she gave raleska one look before leading her children in the direction of the inland borders and beyond the reach of the sea she had once loved.