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 Goddess Lilith-an outcast of Eden. Author Sundari Prasad's prose not only resonates, but it lives and breathes in these pages. Much like demons that tell their tales, these words want to be read.Torrid fantasies and nightmares come to life with full force, from a vampire's memories of times long gone, to a woman's romanticism of her harsh abuse at the hands of her husband. The Lilitu is a collection of deep, haunting, and wanton spirits of writing that will not be easily forgotten.