The period clothing only made Lemuel stand out even more against the backdrop of the wild Jamaican shoreline, but I was struck silent by more than that. It was the compassion in his face that left me adrift, staring at him like he was a stranger.
“You have to be wrong,” I said.
“It would be easier for both of us if I was.”
“How can you be sure?”
“The same way I can be sure of everything else I tell you. The names I give you, the mortals I direct you to.” He took a step closer, only to stop when my hands curled into fists. “The earthquake is coming, Caleb. You can’t change that. Nobody can. It’s been set into motion for too long.”
By the Higher Powers. They were the ones to control such matters. But why St. Jago de la Vega? Why now? Mankind was advancing, learning about their world, br
