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112 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 21, 2018
“The name of your ship is Midnight Robber!”
She pauses at this. Shrugs. Then says evenly: “It's satire.”
“Because in New Orleans, you can’t survive on just dreams.”
“She said I was Oya’s child – the goddess of storms, life, death, and rebirth, who came over with her great-grandmaman from Lafrik, and who runs strong in our blood.”
The captain looks between the two women, her eyes narrowing. “Allyuh sure allyuh is nuns and not obeah women?” she asks.There's an offhand reference to Harriet Tubman and her life in this alternative history world that was absolutely delightful. I really hope I meet these characters again!
Sister Agnès only smiles: a plump knowing angel. I say nothing. Like I said before about these sisters: They’re odd.
"Shadowy pictures of fields and factories filled with laboring black bodies, their faces almost all covered up in big black gas masks, breathing in that drapeto vapor. It make it so the slaves don't want to fight no more, don't want to do much of nothing. Just work"
2018 Nebula Award Finalists
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“concealed in my alcove, i can see them all: in every color and shade, in every sort of dress, talking in more languages than i can count, their voices competing with the rattle of dirigible engines and the hum of ship propellers.”
"The goddess is just ... with me.""Like you possessed?"
It's my turn to frown up at the woman. "You know that's now how it works."
She huffs, muttering: "Yes, yes. Have to let them in. Don't understand how all of them can with we, and with they priests and all over the blasted place at the same time."
"They're gods," is all I answer.
"And you going to stop stealing. It's damn immoral!"
"You're a smuggler!" I point out, extending my arms to take in the airship."But not a thief!" she retorts evenly.
"The name of your ship is Midnight Robber!"
She pauses at this. Shrugs. Then says evenly: "It's satire."