Lance Lance did not wake up in a dungeon. He did not wake up in chains. He did not sleep in a tiny cot in a tiny house under a roof that leaks when it rains. He was no longer a prisoner. He was no longer a clerk and a secret smuggler of various goods. …
Lia Lia had experienced many firsts since meeting Mei and choosing to leave her tribe behind. She’d met and travelled with these strange people who had come from across the ocean. She’d visited foreigner towns. She’d made friends with these foreigners and even begun to learn their language. Now, here she was, sailing away from an …
The Blade Twas a moonless night, the air warm and humid. In a backwater, Lousiana bayou that drained into the Gulf of Mexico, a place far from anywhere and a location most people were discouraged from coming to, a pair of tall, wooden, camouflaged doors silently opened on well-greased hinges. A facility had been hidden …
Mei The second deck of the Wandering Sinn had been converted into a lounge/library/writing studio and was used for restaurant seating in the rare event of bad weather. The fourth deck, closest to the water, was home to a pair of cats who kept the level clean of rats, protecting the supplies and food stored …
Armand Armand was in good spirits. They had dodged several bullets so far: going the wrong direction at sea, being picked up by a slave ship, being arrested, and then meeting a governor who should have been more than happy to lock them up again. Despite all these events, he and the others were still …
Mei found the mansion airy and rather pleasant. She laughed aloud at Lia’s wide eyes and how the young woman reached out to touch everything, from the pale green walls to the furniture to the paintings. The white-walled reception room was a corner parlour with windows on two sides and patio doors overlooking a terrace …
Mei Unlike the tiny, sleepy, and barely populated Philipsburg of the real world Caribbean, the town in the prison system was a bustling trade center. The town hugged the edge of a gorgeous, crescent-moon bay. The deep sapphire of the crystal-clear water became a turquoise blue that mirrored the sky as it grew shallower. A …
Sources: The Kalinago language Slavery Mei The sun was as bright and unforgiving as ever. The two cellists, Andon and Stasio, vainly hid from the ball of fire by hunching under their cello cases in the front of the sloop while also using their bodies to hide their prized instruments from its harsh rays. Juan …
The sky was the deepest blue, except in the west where it was still black. A star winked out. Then another. And another. In the east, the shade of the sky grew paler. Dawn was coming. In the still of the night, the Dutch ship had drifted, moving little without wind to propel it. A …
Putin His lungs burned with the need for air as he sank beneath the waves. The last thing he saw was that woman’s face before the darkness of the ocean at night swallowed him. He tried to hold out for as long as he could as he descended into that watery tomb, but his chest …