ABSTRACT
a shout hurled after him down the rise: “Run, baby. Run, fool!” and Hezzy knew, the terror snapping the tendons which strung together his muscles, that he had been caught in a sneak, was separated from his People, alone, running with his heart jarring inside his narrow chest, his stomach a stone weight and his life riding on each rise and plunge of his legs. While far behind, advancing like pieces of the night broken off, were the Crowns. He couldn’t dare turn to look, couldn’t place their voices because of the wind in his ears, but he knew they were Crowns. They had to be.
