Author name: Tim Baril

Lance Lance did not wake up in a dungeon. He did not wake up in chains. He did not sleep […]

The sky was the deepest blue, except in the west where it was still black. A star winked out. Then

Sources: The Kalinago language: http://divisionofculture.gov.dm/creole-languages/7-the-kalinago-language Slavery:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atlantic_slave_trade Mei The sun was as bright and unforgiving as ever. The two cellists, Andon

Mei Unlike the tiny, sleepy, and barely populated Philipsburg of the real world Caribbean, the town in the prison system

Mei found the mansion airy and rather pleasant. She laughed aloud at Lia’s wide eyes and how the young woman

Armand Armand was in good spirits. They had dodged several bullets so far: going the wrong direction at sea, being

Mei The second deck of the Wandering Sinn had been converted into a lounge/library/writing studio and was used for restaurant

The Blade Twas a moonless night, the air warm and humid. In a backwater, Lousiana bayou that drained into the

Lia Lia had experienced many firsts since meeting Mei and choosing to leave her tribe behind. She’d met and travelled