Quey Quotes

Quey had wanted to cry, but the desire embarrassed him. He knew that he was one of the half-caste children of the Castle, and, like the other half-caste children, he could not fully claim half of himself, neither his father's whiteness or his mother's blackness. Neither England nor the Gold Coast.

This is no hog. This is the Bael Quey.” “Bael Quey?” Anna Mary asked. “Chief of Evil Spirits,” Limping Wolf answered. “According to Indian Legend, Bael Quey is the ancient spirit of the predator. Tales of its savagery are as old as my people. It lives for the taste of blood. It hunts for the pleasure of killing. It feeds on terror. Throughout the ages it has taken the form of different animals, grizzly bears, mountain lions, wolverines, even men and now this terrible hog. Bael Quey brings death and destruction until the rage and fury burns itself out like a fiery meteor, blazing downwards to explode.

This was how they lived there, in the bush: Eat or be eaten. Capture or be captured. Marry for protection. Quey would never go to Cudjo’s village. He would not be weak. He was in the business of slavery, and sacrifices had to be made.