Rosetta Travers has recently moved to New Orleans after growing tired of New York City life. She also wants to be close to her brother, Dorian, after their parents’ deaths in a car accident. She hopes to reconnect with her roots and learn more about her family, her history, and her strange connection to voodoo.
Exploring her new city, she wanders into one of the specialty Voodoo stores downtown. There, she meets the owner, Matthias Beaumont, and the two instantly feel a connection. He tells her of some strange happenings lately, but she chalks it up to it being the Halloween season.
However, when she starts meeting the Walking Dead face-to-face, she realizes it is more than a Halloween prank. Somebody has used voodoo to bring the dead back to life.
Will she solve the mystery in time? Or will she become another victim of the Undead Voodoo?
On her flight into the city three days prior, Rosetta Travers had read an article proclaiming Bangkok the "land of a thousand smells." Whoever had written the article had clearly never set foot in New Orleans. Every step down every street offered a new and exciting bouquet of aromas ranging from delicious to intriguing to downright vile. To make things even more complicated, most of these smells seemed to be in a constant power struggle for the attention of Rosetta's nose.
Granted, she hadn't been there long, but she sincerely doubted that she'd ever get used to the smells of week-old dumpster juice and Michelin-star cuisine having a sparring match in her nostrils. And if such a day ever came, it certainly wasn't today, when the unseasonable heat encouraged anything and everything to pay her nose a visit. Rosetta sighed and ran a hand through her thick, brown curls. In spite of the fact that it was October, the humidity was in danger of turning her hair into a full-blown Afro. Her fingers brushed against one of her large, silver hoop earrings: a gift from her mother (to match her gift of untamable hair).
This particular alley, a thoroughly sunbaked side street in a restaurant-heavy neighborhood, was offering up an aromatic buffet so intense that Rosetta elected to breathe through her mouth rather than risk the sensory overload. She licked her dry, cracked lips and did her best to convince herself that she couldn't actually taste the stink of the alley.
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Cecilia Salvador Sánchez
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