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…
She held completely still, posture relaxed, but distant, the way she had seen white men ignore those they considered beneath them. The man glanced at…
“Somewhere in the city, the woman from the platform might still be thinking about the servant who looked so much like her brother’s Ned. Somewhere,…

Picture this. Three young tank crewmen, barely out of their teens, climb into their Sherman tank on a foggy November morning in 1944. The war…
“Yes,” Ellen whispered. the doctors in Philadelphia. They say the climate might help. It was the story she and William had crafted. Simple, common, impossible…
Forests gave way to farmland. Small towns appeared and vanished. Each mile was a small victory, but also a tightening noose. Baltimore was getting closer.…

Berlin, April 1945. The heart of the Third Reich is crumbling under the weight of a thousand Allied bombs. Soviet tanks are closing in from…
William lowered his head slightly as if respecting the presence of nearby white men and shifted so that his profile was turned away. The workshop…
The woman in Wilmington whose suspicions hadn’t quite solidified. The encounter on the Richmond platform that could have ended in capture but somehow didn’t. How…
It became proof that courage and intelligence and determination can overcome even the most entrenched systems of control. And in the end, that may be…


