Brown Girl in the Ring
Nalo Hopkinson
Language: English
Pages: 250
ISBN: 0446674338
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The rich and privileged have fled the city, barricaded it behind roadblocks, and left it to crumble. The inner city has had to rediscover old ways-farming, barter, herb lore. But now the monied need a harvest of bodies, and so they prey upon the helpless of the streets. With nowhere to turn, a young woman must open herself to ancient truths, eternal powers, and the tragic mystery surrounding her mother and grandmother.
She must bargain with gods, and give birth to new legends.
Sacrifice (Rogue Angel, Book 18)
New Regime (Rune Alexander, Book 5)
Demon Driven (The Demon Accords, Book 2)
Aloha from Hell (Sandman Slim, Book 3) (UK Edition)
Tainted Blood (Generation V, Book 3)
would hide her fright. “Mami want me to turn bush doctor; Tony want me to dead; you want me to save your wicked soul. What I go help you for? After you abandon me from small?” She heard Baby’s thin, hungry cry from the other bedroom. Her milk let down at the sound, dampening the front of her shirt. “God, not now, child. You ain’t see I busy?” Busy. Ti-Jeanne almost laughed at the inadequacy of the word. “Turn around, Ti-Jeanne,” said Tony from the doorway, in the voice of someone who had
the soul in torment, Legbara had provided a bodily housing for his soul, then set events in motion to have him freed from the duppy bowl. But too late, too late. His earthly body had tried its best, but she was gone again. Oh, the sound of that calabash finally cracking was a world exploding, a heart breaking twice. Flying to join its body, the soul ember took comfort that the union would bring forgetfulness. The still-growing brain wouldn’t have room for the memories. Sleeping fitfully in
became his creature? Hesitantly she said to the Jab-Jab, “I can’t keep giving my will into other people hands no more, ain’t? I have to decide what I want to do for myself.” No answer. It wasn’t going to tell her. “But Jab-Jab, how I go stop someone as powerful as he?” “Rudy is Bull Bucker,” it said quietly, “so you have to be Duppy Conqueror.” She looked up, but the Jab-Jab was gone. She had to figure out how to stop Rudy herself. She remembered her grandmother’s words: The centre pole is the
smiled at me before unlocking and yanking open the heavy back door that led inside the building, letting out a grungy roar of miked rock drumming. Sounded live, too, like a practice. The guy made an apologetic shrug. He spied the piece of torn Classifieds in my hand. He smiled. Over the racket, he shouted, “It’s only this noisy on the weekend!” So if I moved in here, there would be music, and musicians. Plus there was a brother, apparently living here, who liked punk. So it wouldn’t be like I
Life of Oscar Wao “Sexy, disturbing, touching, wildly comic. A tour de force from one of our most striking new voices in fiction.” —Kirkus Reviews (starred review) “Succeeds impressively as a powerful and passionate meditation on myth and survival.” —Locus “A brilliant and multilayered tale.” —Black Issues Book Review “Whirling with witchcraft and sensuality, the latest novel by Hopkinson is a globe-spanning, time-traveling spiritual odyssey… The novel has a genuine vitality and
