Madelaine sat down at the inlaid table and looked into the eyes of her confidante. A smile was on her friends face, but tears glistened in her eyes. They had both realized there was no other choice, but goodbyes are as small deaths, and the grief at the table was tangible. A dark dance in a lush garden of prose overshadowed by luminous specters clothed in the guise of short stories and poetry, The Lilitu are more than the children of the Hebrew...