That sometimes who people think you are matters more than whether you’re breathing. Mara looked at him with something like surprise. That’s darker than I…
I remember thinking you were the prettiest thing I’d ever seen. I remember the justice of the piece had ink on his fingers. He paused.…
He almost reached for her arm, almost said something, but the words died in his throat. He watched her go, his fists clenched at his…

“I Wish You Were Mine,” She Whispered While I Was Fixing Her Car. I Said, “I Wish That Too. … It mattered because all through…
Capture Ellen and William Craft and return them to Georgia in chains. But Boston’s abolitionist community had been preparing for exactly this scenario. Within hours…
Or unless this isn’t really your boy at all. The accusation hung there, stark and undeniable. Around them, other passengers were starting to notice the…
Ellen descended from the first class car slowly, each movement deliberate and pained. The journey from Wilmington had been mercifully uneventful, but exhaustion was no…
Even at this hour, the port swarmed with movement, cargo being unloaded, passengers disembarking, officials checking manifests and papers. Lanterns cast pools of yellow light…
Ellen Craft sat perfectly still, eyes hidden behind green tinted glasses, right arm cradled in its sling, watching the landscape blur past without really seeing…
A family of immigrants continuing in advance of their home moments before their apple was destroyed. Among the austere adult faces was the face of…





