Extraits

She wanted to succumb to the darkness. She wanted to sink into the nothingnes of oblivion where there was no pain and never out again.

A girl could only get beaten down so many times before she learned to beat back.

The world is a terrible place and terrible things happen to all of us. Get over it.

He looked too clean, too unbroken, to be in that asylum with all its peeling wallpaper and cracked windows. He belonged somewhere pristine like the sanctuary.

Ten years earlier, Genesis had destroyed the world. Most people had come back to life afterward - but many of the survivors cam back different.

People who had once been human had woken up as side, shapeshifter, and a hundred other strange creatures.

The video had been taken from a security camera. Deirdre watched herself enter from the right side of the frame - a girl wearing a peacoat, jeans and combat boots, with all of her straightened black hair hidden by the hood. Her posture made it obvious that she hated the rain. Deidre hadn't realized she projected her misery so obviously.

"Kill them," the man said. "Kill them all."

And he continued walking as though he expected her to obey.

She turned to watch him go. The sheer mass of his body forced the crowd to part around him like a river surging around a boulder. His hair was tawny brown, his arms tree trunks, his stride purposeful. He could have been any of the city's indigent shifters, driven to insanity by life on the streets without a pack.