"Ah but there is magic in the world Abigale. And I know you're woman enough to know our.. cycles are not that static." Selene says with a grimace, she hated the 'time' that reminded her of her 'delicate nature'. "I would think it statistically impossible for every woman in the region to be in the 'mother's way' at the same time. Add in that I know that our dear employer is nothing but through. The fact that the one attempt to abort  the child resulted in death of mother and child. Something is amiss."<br/><br/>She looked through the small traveling trunk by her desk, fishing around the meticulously laid out trunk and pulled out a trio of books. "Returning to the subject of the occult." She drops three books on the table. "The 1845 printing of Nameless Cults which is a flawed copy of the Unausprechilichen Kulten." A very worn and half burned tome. "The Gutenberg Griomoire, misnamed since it was a small run by one of his apprentices in 1466. Only one of five known to have survived the Bishop of Mainz's purges. Creator unknown."<br/><br/>She slid the last out of it's sleeve and lays it down carefully, like one munitions expert might handle gun cotton. She took a sip of the drink as she sits down and looks at it like she would some foul beast.  "And this is the journal and grimoire of one Ephraim Waite, circa 1690 to 1780. One of three such books found by my family during the civil war. Waite, by the way, is a body thief. My ancestors have crossed paths with him several times. First time being shortly after the execution of Sir Thomas Doughty in 1578 by Solomon Kane. It is the only tome of his still extant and not in his possession. I would dearly love to ensure he makes no more such journals."