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The design was a veve, a ritual symbol, used in a ceremony to call up a loa, an<br />
occupying spirit. This was not the well-known veve of Papa Legba (which Marla had<br />
even seen on the occasional T-shirt), not did it belong to any of the better-known gods<br />
of Voudon, like Baron Samedi or Maitre Carrefour or Damballah. This was the veve of<br />
a minor spirit, one of the Guede, a loa of sexual passion. When summoned, a loa would<br />
take over the body of one of its worshippers, using it to communicate and satisfy<br />
corporeal desires (many of the loas were gluttons for rum and candy); the loa signified<br />
by this particular design would push its adherents to acts of sexual excess and<br />
gratification, and gain power from the mass coupling (and tripling, and quadrupling, and<br />
so on). Having the design in a gate wouldn’t actually call up the loa—the ceremony was<br />
more complicated than that—but as a design choice, it was certainly suggestive. Marla<br />
now had a pretty good idea what kind of sorcerer Finch was. Marla herself was a<br />
general practitioner when it came to magic; Hamil sometimes called her a brute-forceomancer.<br />
Many sorcerers chose to specialize to a greater or lesser degree, however,<br />
becoming necromancers, pyromancers, diviners, aviomancers, biomancers,<br />
technomancers—all with their own strengths and weaknesses, all with their signature<br />
obsessions.<br />
From the design on the gate, Marla suspected Finch was—at least in part—a sexual<br />
magician. What Marla had always somewhat contemptuously referred to as a<br />
“pornomancer.” Her own first teacher, Artie Mann, had been a pornomancer, though of<br />
an unconventional sort. It was actually a relief to discover this about Finch—<br />
pornomancers weren’t known for their offensive capabilities, though it wouldn’t do to<br />
underestimate Finch, and she was just making assumptions based on an odd homedesign<br />
choice.<br />
The woman in velvet emerged, opened the gate, and beckoned the next four people—<br />
including Marla and Rondeau—inside.<br />
Sexual excess was not immediately apparent. Once inside the dim foyer, Marla and<br />
Rondeau joined the same people they’d been waiting in line with outside. By standing<br />
on tiptoe and looking over the heads of the people in front of her, Marla could see a<br />
woman standing at a counter as if tending a ticket booth. She was handing people<br />
clipboards, and retrieving clipboards from people who were finished filling out some<br />
kind of form.<br />
“What, we have to sell our souls to get into this party?” Rondeau said.<br />
“I guess so,” Marla said.<br />
“It’d better be a pretty good party, then. I like to get full value for my soul.”<br />
“Full value for your soul wouldn’t get you a cup of coffee at a convenience store,”<br />
Marla said, but her heart wasn’t in the banter; she’d suddenly realized what kind of<br />
party this probably was. She had to admire the Chinatown sorcerer for sending her here<br />
with a straight face.<br />
The line moved forward, and the people who were finished with their clipboards went<br />
down a short hallway and turned right into another room. Marla and Rondeau each took<br />
a clipboard, which contained a sheet of paper printed with a set of rules and disclaimers,