Here it was again. The same demand that had nearly trapped them in Savannah. Ellen felt the weight of watching eyes, the proximity of armed…
The platform began to slide away, and with it, Baltimore, Maryland, the last city in slave territory. Ellen sat frozen in her seat, watching through…

February 14th, 1973. Golden Harvest Studios Hong Kong. It was supposed to be just another ordinary day on the lot. But what happened in Studio…
Charleston was the beating heart of the slave trade, a place where fortunes were made at auction blocks and where the machinery of bondage operated…
It was a hastily written letter supposedly from a Georgia doctor recommending immediate travel north for medical treatment and vouching for the character of William…
Ellen shook his hand briefly, the contact feeling surreal and sickening at once. The man stood, gathered his coat and bag, and moved toward the…
Ellen turned, her heart hammering, watching as the man who held their lives in his hands approached with the absolute authority granted by law and…

I blinked and it was over. I’m not exaggerating. I blinked and the big man was on his knees. I’ve seen fights in my restaurant…
What he didn’t know, what he couldn’t know yet was that Charleston would bring the first real crisis. the moment when Ellen would have to…
The subservient servant, the obedient property, the man who lowered his eyes and accepted casual cruelty without response. The performance had been necessary for survival,…


