Ankyra Sound There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon

I don't want the gulls to have her. It was sensible. Ephraim didn't truly know the source of Caiaphas' terminal sickness. The two estranged siblings could speculate all they liked that it'd come from a black soul hell bent on vengeance, fueled by hate, but the reality was that they didn't know. Who could say if the gulls pecked and plucked at her poisoned flesh, they wouldn't succumb as well?

A plague spreading all along the coastline. Another theatrical legacy that Caiaphas may or may not approve of. For Ephraim, whose soul retained some memory of the sea and whose blood occasionally sang for it, allowing that was no better.

Maybe we can just bury her? Ephraim suggested, ignoring the unwarranted stab of anguish in his chest. What right did he have to decide what became of her body? What right did he have to be dismayed and hurt that she was gone? He hadn't known her... not like Raleska. That was exactly why he felt such a poignant sense of loss, but it still felt wrong for him to suggest anything at all.