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But I’m fast for a man in a black suit, he chortles at the thought. All these other workers, leaving their camphouses now and taking their sweet ass time as they stroll toward the bus stop, are probably looking at me and thinking, glad I’m not that guy.
Ahead of him, he glimpses an older woman with salt and pepper brown hair tied up in a bun with white lace, walking at a steady pace. As he closes in on her, he recognizes the stereotypical black and white uniform of a French maid she’s wearing.
She must work for some richy-rich Mighties up in Emerald Hills, he thinks, a little jealous. They love dressing up their workers in crazy shit like that. I’m surprised she’s living in the WPC and not in the Normal slums with all the other preferred workers. I bet it’s a new gig, and she’ll be moving on up real soon.
He often ponders what life might be like if he lived outside of the WPC, wondering if a place in the Normal slums (or what the Mighty call southside ghetto) would truly afford more freedom at all.
Having to wear a ridiculous outfit just to land a cushy job up there might not be worth it though, he thinks, loosening his collar and adjusting his necktie, as his short-lived jealousy fades away.
He hurtles by, startling her.
She jerks out her earbuds and yells, “Watch out!”
He waves his hand in the air without looking back or slowing his gait. At the next block, he jumps up and high-fives the Luxuria Street sign.
TWWWIIIIIINNNNGGG
“Stupid kid,” barks the lady.
He laughs, picking up his pace, trying to cut ahead of the many people leaving their homes for their 7 a.m. shifts.
Come on. Come on, he thinks, racing forward, trying to ignore the soft rumbling of a crowd.
The noise builds, rising into a voluminous cacophony of chatter, as he crosses Tristia Street. He can no longer ignore the sound of the gathered mass of people waiting in the bus line, not moving an inch.
“Son of a bitch!” he exclaims, zipping by people of all shapes and sizes, costumed and uncostumed.
In the distance, he spots a lone bus exiting Olum Bridge toward Citizen Way. He bolts toward the front of the line, passing a myriad of glowering faces. The weight of their judgment does nothing to slow him down.
“No cutting!” a woman’s voice shouts, but he disregards her and runs faster. The crowd’s murmurs merge into some foreign-sounding condemnation where the words are unintelligible, but the tone is clear.
“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, galloping past the gawking onlookers. “I need to get to work. I can’t be late!”
No one is fooled by his lip-service apology, but they do understand his dilemma. Not that his boss will. He’s not the most forgiving about tardiness, and the recent promotion from the kitchen to the dining room floor would likely be the first thing on the chopping block.
I don’t want to be back in the kitchen all the time, he thinks. Or worse. It could be a lot worse.
His eyes lock onto the bus, as it creeps toward the bus stop. He rounds the front of the line, maneuvering through the crowds of other workers to inch closer to the door of the bus before it burps to a halt. He grins ear to ear.
Mere steps away from the doorway, his smile rips from his face in a sudden jolt of panic, as a massive reptilian tail drops in front of him like a boom barrier at a railroad crossing.
“Where do you think you’re going?” the guard inhumanly snarls.
2HVØRHVNØT is a divided world. On one side you have the Mighty, the ones who have it all from fame to money to power to superpowers. And then you have the have nots or the Citizens who just live day today trying to survive and stay out of the way of the Mighty.
One of the Citizens, Mario goes into work one day and learns that his boss has been murdered and he is the number one suspect. To clear his name Mario decides to investigate his boss's murder to find the real culprit.
The world-building in 2HVØRHVNØT is so vividly described making me feel as if I had stepped right off the page right into Mario and Zelda’s world. I felt as if I was experiencing everything they were. It was as if I had become one of the characters. I could see the magic as it was being used.
2HVØRHVNØT is different from any book I have read before. I mean it is the same but it so different at the same time. 2HVØRHVNØT is a very intriguing and spellbinding read. Once I picked it up I couldn’t lay it down until I had turned the last page. I can’t wait for more of this world in 2HVØRHVNØT with all the characters.
I would recommend 2HVØRHVNØT to all fans of dystopian, science fiction, and horror books. One-click your copy of 2HVØRHVNØT today!
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