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Prologue

Last night I drea waves, the slistening silver moon

The dreaood-bye to everything I’d been and welcomed the woman I would become

Once I was a stay-at-ho house in the Southern California suburbs I drove an SUV

that was far too large for carting a five-year-old girl to ballet lessons; I was ht was my soul mate

Then, in the way of a picture-perfect life, everything went to hell and I becaht

I did have a little help froh they weren’t the ones who suggested I spend years studying an ancient African religion, travel to Haiti and be initiated, then style myself Priestess Cassandra, owner and operator of a voodoo shop in the French Quarter No, that was all me

I chose the name Cassandra because it means “prophet” Voodoo priestesses are often called on to see the future, but I’d never been the least bit psychic Despite the name, I still wasn’t

Voodoo is a fluid religion, adaptive and inclusive Practitioners believe inabout it, except one thing

Their stubborn insistence that there are no accidents

Me, I have a hard ti it, because if there are no accidents that hter died for a reason, and I just can’t find one Believe me, I’ve looked

I’m not the first person to have trouble with certain tenets of their religion That doesn’t mean I don’t believe

In Haiti, on that beach, I coood reason

I planned to raise hter from the dead