"They must have thought the earthquakes were the lashing of sea dragons warring or petulant and putrid undeniably with only expectations such as dragons might have had."
        "Why?" Rose asked of Elaine, and her voice contained a sharpness which was friable. I could hear.
        Elaine forebore to answer, and in hiatus the vine leaves turned, leaves of an open volume shimmered, touched, and I knew what Cleo knew: