“You truly are a branco. You may speak our tongue, but there is nothing left of your Yoruba blood. It has long since drained away.”
“As yours will soon. To water the cane on this island, if you try to rise up against the branco.”
“I can refuse to submit.” The hardness in his eyes aroused her. Was it desperation? Or pride?
“And you’ll die for it.”
“Then I will die. If the branco kills me today, he cannot kill me again tomorrow. And I will die free.”
(from Caribbee, by Thomas Hoover)
8½*/10. The full review is here.