A new kind of evil took up residence on Magnolia Hill upon the arrival of the Zanzibari witch named Hannah. Flossie, the plantation cook, midwife, and Obeah conjure woman knew evil when she saw it. It was in the little nappy hairs on the nape of her neck that stood on end when her mother was murdered. It was in the unnatural stillness in the air moments before Claude Etienne and his cohorts kicked in her cabin door to brutalize her and murder her son. It was the ominous chill that raced through her body on the day the line boss took one of her twin daughters from her and in the emptiness she felt when she realized the angel-man who’d fathered her children and promised to take her away from a life of slavery would never come back to her. Flossie knew well what evil was. It was in that witch’s pitch-black eyes when Flossie stole her coveted book of black majick, knowing the witch would gladly kill her and her remaining descendants to have it back.
