Cole Varek was the best soldier in Task Force 58, the unit New Carthage sent when it wanted something finished. Now he wakes up in alleys with blue rings in his eyes, half dead on HERA, a drug that puts you back inside your best memory.
Then a kid pulls a knife on him in the Lazarus and dies with a new kind of HERA in his pocket. Ninety-one percent pure. It doesn't need the glass. The same night, a friend he buried sends him a message.
And for the first time in forty years, the rain over the Stacks doesn't burn. It should be good news. The people paying attention are frightened.







