this were called tears roll in a runnelled crisscross down the thing that is my face and past my...lips? to drip salt onto my tongue. At the binding taste of salt, I begin to fall once more" (Lasiren beginning to travel through the salt she feels, pg. 46). "Salt tears sprang from my eyes, I could feel them" (Mer- pg. 64). "At the binding taste of salt, I begin to fall once more" (Lasiren- pg. 46). "Georgine let the salt water run freely from her eyes" (pg. 33). "I wriggled up beside her and held her until she was still again. I licked my lips, sucking salt" (Jeanne, pg. 16). "I was born in brackish water, salty as tears. Jeanne cries often. We have salt in common" (Lasiren about Jeanne, pg. 157). For the Ginen people, salt is a way to humble yourself to the gods. "If you only eat unsalted food, fresh food, we believe you make Lasiren vexed, for salt is the creatures of the sea, and good for the Ginen to eat, but fresh-fresh is the flesh of Lasiren, and if you eat that, it's pride" (pg. 68). "I humbled myself and ate salt" (Mer, pg. 100). Style Hopkinson employs a simple yet dramatic style through fragmented, bolded, and first-person sentences. Utilizing colloquialism, she draws the reader into her complex characters. Her sentences are detailed and extremely blunt, especially when pertaining to sexual pleasures, leaving little room for any misinterpretation. "The warmth of the drug spread all through my body, bringing blissful ease to my cramping belly" (pg. 19). "Simenon's demon's eyes of sky glittered" (pg. 84). "Do you wish to climb aboard me, straddle my waist, slip your cremorne into my mouth?" (pg. 74). Simile "...brown like rich riverbank mud..." (pg. 44) "My heart was fluttering like something frightened had flown in there and was trying to get out" (pg. 48). "Grunting like a great lazy pig..." (pg. 49) "...young breasts hard and round as oranges..." (pg. 95) Metaphor "I sink once more to the cage of Jeanne's brain" (pg. 124). "And she knows what a scandalous black feather she makes in the cap of this bohemian..." (pg. 156). "With that axe slash, the river the mighty rolling river that is one Ginen story crashes full tilt into a dam" (pg. 331). "After the mountains, still more mounitains. You Aren't there yet,, Georgine. Soon you'll have