Day three of following her scent, the lord of the dead is wearing a dead horse in a ditch. Then he notices what's between its legs.

"Do you mind if I try it out?" I asked the horse's ghost.

"Don't you dare go near my cock," the ghost snapped. "You've got your own, you dead old pervert. Show some respect, for Bondye's sake."

The Baron & the horse

The night they took Anaïs, I fell face down in the dirt with her pink ribbon still wrapped in my fist.

My grandmother pulled me back by the arm. "Pa bouje, Zora." Don't move.

"Celle-là," Father Moreau said, looking from his ledger to my daughter. That one.

Zora, Prologue