By John Hornor Jacobs
Fifteen-year-old Shreve Cannon doesn't brain juvie. He's acquired an excellent enterprise dealing contraband sweet, and 3 nutrition an afternoon are greater than his under the influence of alcohol mom controlled to supply. In juvie, the principles by no means swap and everybody is similar. In juvie, Shreve has existence discovered. Then the hot fish exhibits up.
Jack's a quiet child. Small. Cries himself to sleep too. He's no standard-issue titty-baby, notwithstanding. There's his hands--more particularly his hands, all twelve of 'em. And while he will get offended, anything bizarre occurs. The air wavers. you are feeling a moderate strain on your chest. And then…well, top take hide.
Jack isn't the single new face in juvie. There's Mr. Quincrux. Quincrux has an strange curiosity in Jack and Shreve, and it fast turns into transparent that blameless bystanders aren't going to get in his approach. So Jack and Shreve bust out.
On the lam, they speedy become aware of that Jack has abilities--hell, superpowers--that may simply provide them a scuffling with probability opposed to Quincrux, in the event that they can remain alive lengthy sufficient to determine them out.