deadly nightshade

circe. the isle of pines was circe's isle, with white marble columns here and there in the dark, green, and pirates would be dueling with a flash of clashing swords and a flash of recklessly smiling white teeth. the gulf, like the caribbean, is haunted by the ghosts of the old buccaneers. it was an arabian nights city, filled with robed magicians wandering the streets, their gnarled hands like tree-roots could weave spells from air. she got her knowledge, she said, out of books, and strange books they were, and strange knowledge. +