Chapter Eight
There actually was a cemetery in Taos within the mile radius of the protective field the device cast, but, as I’d feared, the ground was too hard for a proper burial. I wondered how they’d done it in the time before. With jackhammers and backhoes, I supposed, both of which were in short supply these days. Putting people in the ground was not the djinn way, not all the time, at any rate. Their customs were much more like those of the Vikings — those born of fire went out that way, and those of the air were sent to the afterlife in the same manner. The water elementals were set adrift on the sea, while only the earth elementals took their long sleep in the ground. Since, according to the driver’s license I found in the abandoned backpack in Evony’s room, she’d been an Aries, a
