Seeing the world through your mind is living like no one else.
When one cold summer in the innards of a Tokyo she'd never seen before a wind rose and her hair blew in a magnificent flutter, and magic became a thing, Netty's heart was clenched like an eagle in a pigeon cage. And forever, she's searched for that cold summer's day. Forever.
Until forever fades...
Into chaos!
Every dark alley promises an omen that her grandma would fetishize were she not clutched in the stinging grips of the shallow beyonds-a place Netty knows not of its existence, a place where life continued like the train, Legacy.
Her mane is a pride buffering the secrets, padding their leakages, that her soul contains.
To these secrets, Netty is the coin-less beggar on a busy evening whose bowl is yet to be enlightened with what she doesn't know lives within her.
Until a stranger drops a coin... And the wind returns.
The wind returns...Magic! Netty!
She pants and runs some more. Netty!
Netty becomes a traverser in a place where every turn is an electric fence. Still, every turn is a school. Netty is a hapless mouse caught in a house. Every turn is this slap of a lemon inside her cheeks. Every turn is the fresh offering of steaming pastry on a winter morning. Winters in Tokyo.
Netty remembers...
When the eyes can't see and the ears go deaf, you will be the speeding man on a busy Tokyo way who cannot see what sits right in front of him-a six-eyed pet panting for some love. The innards of Tokyo are your first steps to freedom. But you must see it-her grandma had poked the center of the maturing globes on her chest long ago-where no one else can.
See the world through Netty's eyes...
Zora Wildfyre
Zora is an adventurous young woman born somewhere deep in Africa, but she's travelled the world-in her mind. She has several unpublished works, of which this is her first attempt at sharing with the whole world.
Zora likes to try her hand at a bit of everything. Be it horse riding and risking to break her back, or trekking deep into remote forests to find what she's never lost. She has a flair for thinking up worlds beyond imagination. From thinking up sluggish demons hiding in African swamps to the eerie blueblazers zooming the streets of Sapporo.
Born a lab baby and effectively escaping her teenage years, Zora likes to frequently recount her miscellaneous adventures both inside and outside the lab.
This is her first book.
Spare some Phorium?