Dominica, the Dark Island: A Misadventure in Eden with Zombies, Rastafarians, and Other Revolutionaries


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She was a tall, athletic young woman of twenty-two with a wealth of coppery-red hair, which was as strikingly attractive as her face. There had been twenty women in the living room of the cottage attached to the neuworth interdenominational chapel, some perched on the old sofa, others peering out of the shadows thrown by the wings of the vast and lumpy parsonage chairs, most sitting cross-legged on the floor in a rough circle - twenty women between the ages of eighteen and fortysomething.

The waterfall was narrow, no more than six feet wide, flowing over white boulders in a glittering cascade to a leaf-shaped bowl thirty feet across and forty-five long.

Finally, elijah, a lone prophet of the lord, with quiet dignity and calm assurance lays out the sacrificial bull, has the wood beneath it soaked with barrels and barrels of water, and then with a single prayer causes a fire to consume not only the bull and the woodpile but all the stones and water.

But why approach me directly.