Gilda laid the secret open with great detail. She described her first bath, the scent of her mother’s sweat, the feel of Bird’s arm around her waist, the sound of laughter from the women at Woodard’s, the thrill of moving beside the wind and how the smell of wind had changed in the years since she’d taken to the road. She even described the rush of life she felt as she shared the blood, leaving dreams in exchange. She told of mourning friends and family long dead. And of her fear of not dying, of not being one with the universe again.”

An elegant, sensual, and naturalistic fantasy--a Black vampire story. Time-traveling from Southern slavery in 1850 to environmental devastation 200 years later, Gilda is the quintessential outsider seeking community.