Ellen set down the scissors and picked up the components of her transformation. Each item acquired carefully over the past week. A pair of dark…
His mind simply would not allow the possibility that the sick young gentleman beside him could be anything other than what he appeared to be.…
William picked up the trunk and followed Ellen up the staircase, careful to maintain the proper distance. The second floor hallway was dimly lit. doors…
And traveling alone, no less. Well, not entirely alone, I suppose. I noticed you have a servant with you. There was something in the way…
Small towns appeared and vanished. Each mile was a small victory, but also a tightening noose. Baltimore was getting closer. The final checkpoint, the last…
In the rear car, William gripped the edge of his seat, knuckles white. Other passengers dozed or stared out windows, but he couldn’t look away…
The school they established taught literacy and practical skills to children of formerly enslaved people, directly countering the laws that had once prohibited such education.…

May 12, 1945. A muddy trench in the Burmese jungle. Three Girka riflemen crouched in darkness, listening to the sounds of at least 200 Japanese…
So Gurong stayed alone, outnumbered, wounded, running out of ammunition, but still holding. The Japanese had committed their entire force to breaking through this one…
By the time the first whistle echoed from the train yard, Ellen Craft was no longer Ellen. She was Mr. William Johnson, a pale young…
