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There have always been alleys. Whether in a big
city, a small town, or the end of the world, the spaces in between, the dark
corners of civilization, have always needed a place to breathe. The Mayans had
Tikal, Rome raised the bar, and the Big Apple grew into a city that never
slept. Too many eyes made secrets difficult to hide. Worlds need those pockets,
the urban closets that hide the skeletons of a modern society. Just as sure as
the sun rises, even if it’s not the one you’re expecting, there are places that
never see the light of day.
Resting against the fire escape, John
Traveller knew as well as any that even the cast-outs and misfits needed a
place to call home. For two nights straight, he watched the same alley from his
metal perch and all he had to show was a sore back and numb fingers. The dual
red moons overhead stared back at him, a constant reminder this world was not
his own. Not that he needed any.
And there you have it! I hope you enjoyed it and if you liked what
you read and want to read more about Traveller and his friends, check out the
free preview over at Amazon! Have a
great weekend and see you in seven! (Unless they change the name to SciFiFan
Tuesday morning – yeah, I doubt it too)
Still packs a punch. :)
ReplyDeleteI love the comment about the urban closets that hide the skeletons. This is a really good opening paragraph - it sets the scene, and gives the feel of the book from the word go.
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