"You see, she didn't die. Not really. In body, yes, but not her spirit. Like her mother and grandmother and great-grandmother before her, she was consecrated to this land, part of it. And, as he buried her body in the naked soil, her power only grew."
Mineral water. Hell, a Diet Coke. Something to wash away the gummy feeling gluing your tongue to the roof of your mouth. You could stop drinking the wine, but, actually, no, you can't.