June leaned over the balcony railing, letting the weight of her arms pull at her. Mist hid the Web beneath her. This high up, all you saw were balconies, railings, cables and blackberry vines tangled together.
The ground far below was beyond her sight. And too dangerous to visit.
June hated that. She wanted to see it. Ground and the sky overhead and other places besides the Web.
Tower got it. They understood June. June wasn’t so sure she understood how Tower made her feel but Tower was cool and Tower liked her and Tower was nice.
Even if Tower made June’s stomach go all wobbly.
Passage of the City is a sweet coming of age story in a dystopian world that queer readers are sure to love.
