Run. Run as fast as you can. My heart beats so fast I fear it may explode in my chest. I turn one corner and then another, willing myself home. I cannot bear to board the SkyTram today. I cannot bear to sit there alone, with nothing but my own grief and the unshakable image of blood splattered tiles to keep me company. Run. Don't look back. __ In Prama, creativity of any kind is strictly forbiddon. Intellect and logic are the priority. The Others are anomolies. Uncontrollable. Dangerous. They must be destroyed. When Rae's best friend is taken in front of her, she knows it won't be long before she's targeted next. She must make a choice between doing what's right and avenging her friend, along with countless others taken for being different.