by Mariana Gabrielle | May 29, 2015 | Coffee, Books & a Blog
Prologue Visnagar, India – 1802 The woman’s breath was heavy; voice coarse, rough, like monsoon winds blowing sand against a cliff wall. “Kali,†the woman whispered, “you must go now, before they come for you. You and Kamala must go.†Air blew hot as a...
