The year is 1663. Avis Wynter is a foundling, adopted by tobacco farmers. Her hair is black as night and her skin, brown as apple pips. Not like the flaxen-haired, milk-skinned maids of Edenham. In her sixteenth year, the villagers witness Avis’s first falling, and begin to blame her for their misfortunes from crops failing,…
The year is 1663. Avis Wynter is a foundling, adopted by tobacco farmers. Her hair is black as night and her skin, brown as apple pips. Not like the flaxen-haired, milk-skinned maids of Edenham. In her sixteenth year, the villagers witness Avis’s first falling, and begin to blame her for their misfortunes from crops failing, to wayward husbands, to murder.
Forced to flee the noose, Avis sails across the Atlantic on a journey of survival and discovery. Will Avis escape death? Will she discover who she is? And will she find the long way home?
Day Star fell from the sky pushed out by the jealous Moon. ‘Why?’ she cried to the Moon. ‘You shine too bright.’ She landed on gum tree leaves beneath the opening of a woman. Grey wolf feasted upon her jacket and once he had swallowed every morsel, Day Star forgot where she came from.
Lindie Heeralall 
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