Autor: Juan

Amara Johnson had been looking forward to the flight for weeks. Not because she particularly loved airplanes. She didn’t. She disliked the crowded boarding areas,

Nobody at Titan Combat Academy paid much attention to Mr. Han. That was exactly how he preferred it. Every morning, before the first fighters arrived,

The afternoon sun fell hard across the concrete prison yard. There was almost no shade. Men moved between the exercise equipment, concrete benches, and metal

The ballroom glittered beneath enormous crystal chandeliers. Every table was dressed in white linen. Tall arrangements of roses stood beside polished silverware, and hundreds of

The restaurant was the kind of place where people instinctively lowered their voices when they walked through the doors. Crystal chandeliers hung above polished marble

Warden Thomas Hale knew something was wrong before he opened the door. The control corridor was too quiet. Normally, even during the slowest part of

The sun was sinking behind the dry hills when Gabriel pulled his motorcycle beside the lonely taco stand. He had been riding for almost five

No one said a word when Daniela pulled the gray blanket back over her shoulders. For several seconds, the entire yard seemed to lose all

Gabriel had been in that place for less than twenty-four hours when he discovered there were two kinds of rules. There were the official ones.