Dancing red-and-blue lights lit up the mouth of the Lincoln Tunnel, a well manned police barricade blocking the entrance.  In fact, all traffic across the Hudson and East Rivers was suspended, leaving Manhattan in a state mandated quarantine.  High powered flood lights pointed from several angles into the city,  but none broke the eerily ( Read more... )

Since leaving the hideous underground tunnel-maze and surfacing in Blue Rafters, Klarion had been exploring endlessly. Just getting to know his adopted home, the Silver City (formerly) above: Manhattan. He had taken up for a time with a troupe of young misfits and delinquents in the city's central park, Central Park, and would play the distraction ( Read more... )

The first thing to strike Klarion as he made his way up from the subway station was the intoxicating aroma. It was a mixture of some smells familiar to him--urine, wet, smoke--and others entirely foreign--gasoline, in particular. Once his eyes adjusted to the sting of the sun's light, however, he was utterly gob smacked. He was dizzied standing ( Read more... )