GENRE: YA - Alternate History
A simple postcard with an old-fashioned stamp navigated the space between the Two Worlds and joined a towering pile in the State Sorting Office in the Northworld city of Icebraker. A pretty worker picked it up. As she scanned it, her face paled and she immediately pressed a button to get a supervisor’s attention. The supervisor took one look at the postcard and put it straight onto the Eyes Only tray. Ten minutes later an Eye picked it up and passed it to the Left Eye, who perused it grimly. His hand hovered over the Destruction Chute as he exchanged glances with his partner.
“Wait,” said the Right Eye. “Let this one play.”
With a deft flick of his wrist, the Left Eye tossed the postcard into the Delivery Chute.
Two days later, Nick descended into the staff canteen, deep in the bowels of the Special Mission, and swore softly when he saw the length of the lunchtime line. By the time he plonked his tray down opposite his mother, and eased himself awkwardly into a heavy wooden chair, she’d finished her meal and was sipping a grainy coffee.
She tossed the postcard onto his tray.
“This came for you today.” Her tone was disapproving.
Nick picked it up and burst out laughing.
“Relax, Ma, it’s just a joke.”
It was the best one yet.
Riordan 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.