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400 pages, Hardcover
First published October 5, 2017
These new Fathers over there in St Pierre, they’re just white men from Europe same as any other. Lefebure, from what I hear is only interested in making rum. What that suggest to me is, he will do whatever is necessary to get sugar. He’ll work you hard. And Cleophas is no saint. Most of you met him when he was here. You know the kind of man he is. He only wants sugar money. That’s why they [the French] need you [in Martinique]
Yes [Raymond] said But for true it has to be better than here [in Grenada, with the English]. Every day now we wondering – who will be next. What will they chop off? Will it be a finger, toe, a hand or a foot? Who will lose his head? How will they torture us? What terrible thing will they make us do? What will they make us eat? Our own ears or worse.


My ears strain to discern any sound beyond the massed flutes and recorders of a million frogs and insects. Now and then, fireflies sparkle past my face like fragments of charcoal carried on the breeze.
'Well done bug,' he said. 'Good man.'
Well, that was the first time he had ever call me a man. My heart swelled up like a globefish.