Baba’s cries as the soldiers wrapped a chain around her neck. Her screams as they dragged her into the dark.
The incantations that spewed from her mouth like lava. The magic of death that led her astray.
I think about the way her corpse hung from that tree.
I think about the king who took her away.
Unicorn Loverhar citeretfor 4 måneder siden
Mama Agba looks like any other elder in the village. You would never guess a woman her age could be so lethal.
Unicorn Loverhar citeretfor 4 måneder siden
Yemi clears her throat at the front of the ahéré, a not-so-subtle reminder that she’s already passed this test. She smirks at us as she twirls her hand-carved staff, eager to see which one of us she gets to defeat in our graduation match.
Vurderinger
Unicorn Loverhar delt en vurderingfor 4 måneder siden