At the Dungeon: the intersection of history and imagination

The dungeon was hidden behind more bushes, built of stone and brick and tucked against the hillside. Had she not had a guide, Nikki knew she would never have found it; it being a small dark cave, with two or three steps leading up to the opening. She got a chill when she stepped in – stooped over, as she was not able to stand all the way – and saw the dots of light dancing across the stone face. The place felt alive.

“What happened here?” Nikki asked in a hushed voice.

- That excerpt, above from my novel Oh Gad! marks Nikki’s introduction to the slave dungeon that makes Blackman’s Valley sacred ground for farmers like Tanty who also eke out their livelihood there. That dungeon is actually inspired by the dungeon at Orange Valley in Antigua, which I’ve been to a few times and even reported on in my TV days. In case you thought I was making it up, here it is See it at my blog and read more about me, my books, and Antigua and Barbuda.

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