Any Way You Want It
Chapter One
"That is what you are offering the most famous and
powerful voodoo priestess in New Orleans?" Maggie
glanced at her friend Erika, then back to the cracked,
weathered tomb, then to the items cradled in her palm.
"I just scratched Xs into her final resting place, I can't
imagine she'll mind these."
"She doesn't mind the Xs," Maggie's other friend, Jo, said,
skimming the voodoo book she'd bought at one of the strange
little shops along Dumaine Street. "They symbolize your three
requests."
"I get three?" Maggie managed to ask seriously. "Just like
with a genie?"
"Genies don't exist," Erika stated, as if the very idea was
so ludicrous she couldn't believe Maggie had even mentioned
it. So Maggie didn't bother to point out they apparently believed
in the wish-granting powers of a voodoo queen, who'd
died sometime over a hundred years ago.
Maggie looked back to the tomb, which was covered in Xs
and other symbols designed to communicate with the long-dead
woman laid to rest inside. Obviously others believed too,
but Maggie couldn't help feeling it was all a little ... read full excerpt from: Any Way You Want It ebook
