Marie Catherine Laveau memoirs

In the heart of New Orleans, where Spanish moss hung like ghostly whispers from ancient oak trees, there lived a girl named Solène Duval. She was born under a crescent moon, her arrival marked by a storm that rattled the shutters of the family’s crumbling Victorian estate. Her family, descendants of a long line of voodoo practitioners and hoodoo workers, whispered that her birth was both a blessing and a curse. But Solène was no ordinary child. By the time she was ten, she realized she could see what others could not—spirits wandering the earth, some lost, others malevolent.