TITLE: Time and the Trains
GENRE: YA Urban Fantasy
Unbeknownst to the rioters in the city, the man in the Cogsmith’s tower was a cyborg. It wasn’t obvious; only a few little screws showed through his chained wrists, tapping tiny music on the manacles, and a steel rib gleamed through the side of his tattered suit jacket.
It was very quiet in the tower, but down in the city it was not. Over the usual clatter of the trains, one could hear fire chewing up buildings, homemade weapons clattering, and peasants screaming anarchist songs.
The door to the tower opened, and an aged man with a beard and a trench coat walked in. He strolled to the window opposite the prisoner and looked out over the tower yard with an appropriately proprietary air.
He continued to stand at the window until the cyborg said, “You do realize they’ll never allow you to escape the city?”
“Yep,” said the man.
“Good. Just checking,” said the prisoner, settling himself against the wall.
“I forget - how long have you been here?” the lordly man asked.
“In this time, or this tower?”
The man – most called him the Cogsmith – nodded and sized up the cyborg. He was extraordinarily long-limbed and gangly; his dilapidated suit matched the shaggy black hair of his piecemeal scalp. He had the soot-black blood of the trains all over his jacket.