Preface

Before the Change

Camin Reid, what have you gotten yourself into?

Crematoria. Only fifteen years old and already in the slam. Slam. If only I were that lucky. Crematoria is home to one of the three remaining triple-max prisons. Not to mention the surface is inhabitable. A happy seven hundred degrees topside and three hundred below in the shade. Quick tip; unless you're suicidal you'd do well to stay out of the sun. What am I in for? About a year ago I sliced my way out of a situation involving two Mercs and their precious payday. Me. But who can blame them? A lot of money racked up in Furyans. Being all but extinct.

(I figured since we're supposed to post by chapter that it'd just be easier to post the Preface separate from Chapter one.)