![]() ![]() Which is why I find myself on the Neverlands side of the Palisade wall that cordons off and protects the Dark City as the last dregs of evening slide across the sky. You pay your rents, you follow the rules and you do what it takes to keep living. ![]() It’s sharp-cornered and raw but it’s a refuge for those with a burn to survive. Other than the village I lived in as a child, this is the only world I’ve known. Fear of tomorrow.Įven so, this city’s been my home. There’s not much of anything left anymore, just the fear that seeps fog-like through the streets.įear of the Recruiters. Half the high-rises have fallen, and scavengers pilfered the intricately scrolled ironwork long ago. Now, bare beams scrape the sky like splintered finger bones. ![]() How different the world must have been before-safe and comfortable. I wonder sometimes what happened to those women when the Return hit-how they were able to run and survive with such absurd contraptions strapped to their feet. At night, lights shouted from steel like catcalls, loud and lewd, while all day long white-gloved men rushed to open doors for women who tottered about on skyscraper heels. I’ve seen pictures of the way it gleamed-sun so bright off windows it could burn your eyes. Only three weeks until The Dark and Hollow Places comes out which means… time for a teaser! So, without further ado, here’s the opening: ![]()
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