Eidolon City

Maya had returned to where it all began.

The crater had been fenced off, declared a hazardous zone, patrolled by private security that everyone knew answered to interests far above any city government. But the surrounding blocks remained—rebuilt, repopulated, trying desperately to pretend the world hadn't cracked open in their midst.

She walked streets that had once been ordinary. Past the apartment building where she'd lived before transformation chose her. Past the café ...