Ate my spill
Six hundred meters under Caddock, Wes Callow strips monster carcasses for four hundred bucks on a good day. He owes $41,312 for a Mark that never took. Then the Sink Marks him a Gleaner, the joke class that eats other people’s leftover spill. His doesn’t burn off.
Book One · 13 chapters out
[Mark: Gleaner.]
[Grade: Common.]
[First Circle.]
Chapter 1
The thing they’d killed was the size of a commuter train, and Wes had forty minutes to strip it.
“Masks on!” Dolly barked as the cage shuddered to a stop. “Anyone I catch with their mask off gets docked an hour. Anyone I catch with their mask off and coughing up light gets docked the funeral.”
Wes pulled the rubber over his face. It smelled of the last guy’s breath and a lemon wipe that had given up halfway through the job. Thanks to a crack across the left side of the visor, the world looked slightly broken.
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Read Chapter 1“So,” said Saskia Vahl. “Which one of you ate my spill?”