Jass (Valentin St. Cyr Mysteries)
“He first went by the moniker "Brother John." He was small of stature, hard muscled, with skin a burned bronze color, with long straight hair that he sometimes tied back Indian style and eyes a dazzling, hypnotic shade of green. No one knew where he came from, either; he just appeared back-of-town one day in aught-five, a battered horn in hand, looking for work in a band. It turned out that he was a player of meager skills and, when he couldn't find anyone to hire him on (this was New Orleans, a...fter all), he decided that voodoo might be a more promising career.
It certainly came easier. All a fellow needed was a good act, babbling gibberish while fussing with roots and bones, and the superstitious types would come flocking. Brother John worked a Negro and Creole clientele, helping himself to their hard-earned dollars and taking his pleasure with the young women.
It was through some of the colored maids that he first came to the attention of white ladies who were keen on the supernatural, the type who adored the Ouija, numerology, table-tapping, and ghosts, and found himself invited into American parlors on the wealthy side of New Orleans.MoreLess
It certainly came easier. All a fellow needed was a good act, babbling gibberish while fussing with roots and bones, and the superstitious types would come flocking. Brother John worked a Negro and Creole clientele, helping himself to their hard-earned dollars and taking his pleasure with the young women.
It was through some of the colored maids that he first came to the attention of white ladies who were keen on the supernatural, the type who adored the Ouija, numerology, table-tapping, and ghosts, and found himself invited into American parlors on the wealthy side of New Orleans.MoreLess
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