Letters: Taylor Esposito What They Say: Mystere has been an orphan, a victim, a lover, and a queen. But through it all she has always been Mary Medina. Now, residing in downtown New Orleans and in charge of her life for the first time, everything is going perfectly. That is, until a new threat, or make that threats, have come to menace the life of our local necromancer, and after this outing she might be the one in need of resurrection. Content (please note that portions of review may contain spoilers): In the year 1821 on an isolated inlet off Charleston, South Carolina, a broad chested man with sigils painted upon his dark skin along with matching white face paint stands before a calm sea, before raising his hands skyward and calling out to Sogbo and Bade to do his bidding, his fervent devotion taking form of radiant energy that erupts from his palms into a powerful storm which then easily destroys a fleet of incoming ships. With his disturbing work now done this ominous bokor turns to the person who has hired him, addressing the dapperly dressed gentleman as Master Solomon and coldly stating this man now has control of the sugar trade in the area, but as his employer praises this priest’s significant power, he is still not satisfied with this empty admiration. This arrogant practitioner of black arts brags he is more exceptional than any human, openly proclaiming to be even more powerful than any loa, only to have his bold declaration challenged by the supreme beings he called upon to perform the amazing elemental display. The great spirits look down upon the puny man they know as Domingo as the heavens open up behind them with an inky blackness comparable to their unadulterated anger, the primal rage which emanates from their massive forms makes Solomon quake in fear, before a grim hand descends to deliver a suitable punishment for such insulting pomposity.