Blood at the Root

by LaDarrion Williams

“What you have, Malik, it’s generational. It’s a part of who we are. And as the old folks say, we are descendants from a mighty tribe. Your great-grandma Miriam, a powerful slave woman, had the magic ways of Kaave too.” Her hands circle over me, and she looks at me, deep. Her eyes are like a thousand mirrors.

Me and Alexis are like the sea and the land. Distant for a while. But always meet at the edge of the world.

Divine Elam.”

Clue number four.