lunar chronicles · marissa meyer · sci-fi · dystopian · cyborgs · romance · revolution · futuristic · political intrigue · immersive
The sky above New Beijing is a bruised purple, streaked with the smoke of distant fires. Hovercrafts hum overhead, their lights cutting through the smog. I stand on a rooftop, gears clicking softly in the silence. you, this world is broken. Where do you fit in?