It is the barrel of a new gun, leveled at your heart. A forgotten night sky broken up by faded stars. Black is the mud, the lidless eye watching your every breath, the low vibrations of the fence that stretches up to tear at the sky. It is a uniform stretched over the broad shoulders of an angry young man. The heaviest hour of night-the one that traps you in your bunk, suffocating in another nightmare. In our youth, our hearts were touched with fire.īLACK IS THE COLOR THAT is no color at all.īlack is the color of a child’s still, empty bedroom. For information address Hyperion, 125 West End Avenue, New York, New York 10023.įor Merrilee, Emily, and the countless others around the world who have worked tirelessly to put this series into your hands, with my love and gratitude.
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