博客來They took his life. They took his memory. They took his name, leaving him nothing, leaving him a slave to Alicia Firelight Del Morgan, leaving him a world that was both irrational and unnaturally strange.
Walking one pace, it was the world and city he had known. Walking two paces, it was a world where giant spiders spun webs between the office buildings and skyscrapers. Old men like dragons lived in houses and gardens beneath the city’s streets. Walking even farther, it was a world where people hunted poetry as if it was a thing alive.
The fair and kindly folk had taken his heart and his mind. He would have his heart. He would find his life and his name. Find the normal world that had been taken from him. Be a slave nevermore.
