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352 pages, Hardcover
First published June 6, 2017


"You were so much more than good enough - so much better than what I'd known - that it broke something in me I have never recovered from."

"She frowned. And then her lungs imploded."
"Sofi's ribs cracked wide open twenty times in a row to match each new voice - each tearstained cheek."
"Her limbs had turned to gummy worms."

THE ICE-PLANET ARRIVED IN THE DUSKY HEAT OF SUMMER TWI-light during Earth's Fourth World War
The Fantasy Fighting Games had been the result of Earth's unquenchable thirst for virtual fun, violent sports, and citizen-elected superstars. Created eighteen months ago, the biannual Corporate Nations-produced FanFights had brought the world together in a way not quite seen before. And they'd emerged to the tune of heavy technology, a whole lot of Delonese influence on players' suits and arena materials, and the legal testing of any Corp-produced enhancement drugs.
Not to mention the bucketloads of blood spilled. Despite the fact no one actually died, the FanFights could be brutal--the gamers and Corporations saw to that. As if the Fourth War hadn't satiated the people enough.
"I just wanted to tell y'all I'm alive and currently searching for my brother, whom I believe to also be alive."
She could say that without endangering him, right? She had no proof, but it might make whoever had him think twice. If they had him.
"So here's the thing . . . " She stared at the camera again.
"If anyone listening was involved in the attack or with our attempted murder, you should know I will find you. I'm already aware of who you are. And for the rest of you"--she winked--"well, enjoy."
