GENRE: YA Light SF
Nick swore softly when he saw the length of the lunch line.
Buried in the bowels of the Special Mission, the staff canteen attempted to compensate for the underground location with a brightly lit mock-rustic decor. He spotted his mother at her usual pine table in the corner. She’d already finished her meal and was sipping a grainy coffee. She caught his eye and waved something at him.
A smile spread across Nick’s face. Forgetting about food, he hurried over.
“This came for you today.” Her tone was disapproving.
Nick reached for it eagerly and examined Riordan’s latest find.
It was the best one yet.
Riordan’s postcards were his only link to his Southworld home in Sunnybeach. This time his friend had sent a black card with the word PARANOID written in bold white script across it and a pair of white cartoon-like eyes underneath. Where did Riordan find this stuff? He turned it over. The usual ironic message was scrawled in his friend’s hand.
“Please hurry, why don’t you come back?”
His best friend knew perfectly well Nick would go home to Southworld in a heartbeat, if only it were that easy.
“It’s all very well for Riordan,” his mother raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow. “But he’s safe in Sunnybeach.”
Nick continued his scrutiny of the postcard. Paranoid Eyes. It was too much. Only Riordan would have the nerve to mock the all-seeing Eyes, who gripped Northworld in an icy clasp of fear. Northworld.