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TWENTY-THREE STORIES UP AND ALL I COULD SEE OUT THE WINDOWS was grey smog. They
could call it the City of Angels if they wanted to, but if there were angels out
there, they had to be flying blind.
Los Angeles is a place where people, those with wings and without, come to hide.
Hide from others, hide from themselves. I'd come to hide and I'd succeeded, but
staring out at the thick, dirty air, I wanted to go home. Home where the air was
blue most of the time and you didn't have to water the ground to get grass to
grow. Home was Cahokia, Illinois, but I couldn't go back because they'd kill me
if I did, my relatives and their allies. Everyone wants to grow up to be a
faerie princess. Trust me. It's overrated.
There was a knock on the office door. It opened before I could say anything. My
boss, Jeremy Grey, stood framed in the doorway. He was a short, grey man, four
feet eleven inches, an inch shorter than me. He was grey from his dark Armani
suit to his button-up shirt and silk tie. Only his shoes were black and shiny.
Even his skin was a pale uniform grey. Not from illness or age. No, he was a
trow in the prime of life, just a little over four hundred. There were some
lines around his eyes, along the thin mouth, ... read full excerpt from: A Kiss of Shadows ebook
