TITLE: Edge of the Falls
GENRE: YA Dystopian
I saw it once--from the opposing hillside. And I remember that moment, the house gleaming in the mist and the soft light from the City, a fire burning in one of the bedroom windows. I remember how afraid of it I was, even having grown up within it.
The Manor perches on the edge of the Falls, and is forever covered in the dew and ice they threw. I stand on the precipice of earth and air and water, and let the wildness of it wrap around me, claim me. This, the fierce cold and sting of snow in my face, the taste of wild wind and ash on my lips, is why I love the Falls--why I love Outside.
A sneeze makes me jerk, and I look over my shoulder.
Lilith is trudging through the snow, the tip of her red nose poking out of her hood. She bends, inspecting something near the ground and I hold my breath, hoping. If she has found them, we can go back to the warmth and relative safety of the Manor.
She straightens and her eyes dart to me, questioning. I sigh, and shake my head. We have been harvesting the starrbriars for three weeks now--the supply on the cliff face has been exhausted. I've been dreading this day. Tugging my woolen cloak closer and wishing it were somehow a stronger protection from the spray, I motion Lilith to follow me back to the Manor.