It was time to be honest with myself. To survive all the shame this world will throw at you, you have to hold yourself tall, look your accuser straig… - Nalo Hopkinson

All the people sick and dead on the ships, and the ones sick and dead on this soil. What are gods for, then, if they let things like this to happen to their people?

…There’s still this notion that you are somehow morally superior if you don’t know anything about the background of the writers you read, and I maintain that writers have every right to not talk their backgrounds, that’s fine, but when people do and it’s important to their work, to not know doesn’t mean you’re morally superior, it means you are indifferent…

The title's sort of the distilled version of what the story wants to be. Before I quite know what the story is, the title whispers hints to me.