Voodoo is actually a thing. Magic that was more ancestral, passed down from grandparent to grandchild through generations with no formal structure at all. That made it more fluid in how it worked—and a lot less predictable. The power of killing someone with voodoo, Santeria, or any other African originated folk magic was that, if you knew what you were doing, your opponent would never know the strike was coming. You could strike them as often and as many times as you wanted without fear of reprisal. The dangerous part was getting what you needed to make the connection in the first place.
Sweat was terrible. It took a master to cast through it, and the connection wouldn’t last a day. Hair was better; blood was better still. Bone and heart flesh were best.
We’d taken on a witch doctor a co
