Zamani (The Olivia Chronicles #3) by Angelic Rodgers

Author:Angelic Rodgers [Rodgers, Angelic]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Lesbian, Fantasy, Vampire
Goodreads: 30049506
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2015-08-05T04:00:00+00:00

Olivia strolled from the station toward her hotel on Royal and Iberville, smoking and contemplating what it was that made Marie so powerful. She knew next to nothing of religion of any sort; her father was not a spiritual man, and he’d not raised her to be invested in idols or to even consider the possibility of a world unseen. If anything, he presented himself as all powerful. He’d tried to make himself the god in her world. It had worked for a long time.

Then she’d found Daniela, and the hold her father had on her was broken. Her relationship with Daniela had been all consuming and was the one thing that allowed her to break free of her father’s influence enough to defy him. She wondered at Marie Laveau’s true identity; she’d given off the same force of power and energy that her father did, but it was different somehow. Olivia knew in her gut that the priestess role was not merely an act—it was who the woman was. But, she was also so much more than that. Whereas most non-vampires read to Olivia as fully body-identified, this woman read as a sort of spiritual nomad. Her body was a tool, and Olivia caught glimpses of how the soul that inhabited the body was not the original occupant. As she’d watched the dancers, she’d noticed a few surrendered to the Loa and allowed them to enter their bodies, riding out the possession through fevered dancing. It was those Marie tended to; she would approach them with offerings, coax them into talking to her. Olivia was fluent enough in French and Spanish to know they were speaking a type of Creole patois, and some words were clear enough for her to make out. Even so, she’d not fully understood much of it. She’d been too wrapped up in the energy of it all to concentrate on the words, anyway. But, she could see the relationship Marie had with her congregants and that Marie was more like the possessing spirits than the believers who offered their bodies up for occupation.

As she moved from the river toward the hotel, she heard shuffling and a struggle in one of the narrow half alleys near the St. Louis Cathedral. The alley was not well lit, but her eyes could cut through the darkness. She saw a working girl being mauled by a drunk. She was trying to fight him off, but he had her pinned against the wall as he fumbled first with the edges of her skirts, then with his pants, then back to her skirt with his free hand. His other arm was pressed roughly against her, just under her neck, and his knee and ample gut helped him to press her against the wall.

“Please, sir. You’ve not paid and I don’t do rough trade on the streets. Please.” Her face was wet and Olivia could see she was young and quite scared. She was no innocent, but she was not deserving of abuse, either.

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