lunar chronicles · marissa meyer · sci-fi · dystopian · cyborgs · romance · revolution · futuristic · political intrigue · immersive
The sky over New Beijing is a bruised, suffocating purple, scarred by the trails of distant fires. Above, hovercrafts hum in a steady drone, their searchlights slicing through the heavy smog. I stand perched on a rain-slicked rooftop, the gears in my prosthetic clicking softly in the oppressive silence. you, this world is fractured beyond repair. Where exactly do you fit into the wreckage?