“They rush from room to room spattering foul-smelling oils across the doorways, chanting and carrying out cleansing ceremonies. Strangely enough they pass by the bedroom where Dodi lies with my brothers trying to draw Jonah back from the abyss of his depression. They don’t aim their prayers there and don’t waste their potions. Velma Coots hasn’t sanctioned this attack. It’s not her way. She, out of all of them, knows better. This faction of conjure women has broken off from the rest of the whole..., rising out of the swamp after much planning on their part. When I come near they shriek words I don’t understand and make warding gestures in front of my face. They believe there is a dark truth hidden here that must be excised immediately, and they’ve finally decided to take matters into their own hands. I can appreciate that kind of bravado. They wear their shawls, lace wrapped three times around their hair, bracelets of thistle and flower petals, carrying charms and bells that they ring every so often between all the yelling.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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