Clockwork [name_m]Cosmos[/name_m]
“Little mouse,” the voice says again, so close to kindly, and I tighten my grip on the little watch. “Why do you keep running from the truth?”
I don’t answer it, squeezing my lifeline until my knuckles go white. It’s a stupid question.
After all, I am [name_f]Artemis[/name_f].
Seventeen-year-old [name_f]Artemis[/name_f] Zhang can travel between worlds as easily as blinking, moving through timelines and space with nothing more than a pocket watch and compass. It isn’t a gift they’re particularly fond of, but the ability to sort-of raise the dead (on a serious technicality) comes in useful far more often than they like.
And when their parents vanish, they’re presented with a far too literal race against time — following a trail leading them across the globe and beyond — to save them.
They know exactly who wants them to give up those ghosts, after all.
[name_f]Artemis[/name_f], however, isn’t the only hunter playing this twisted game of cat and mouse: they’re being chased, and there’s more than one cat on their trail.
With their pursuers insisting that they stop running from the so-called truth, and their past exploits in vigilantism threatening to take everything from them, the hunter might have become the hunted… but [name_f]Artemis[/name_f] is no ordinary hunter.
Yet even that might not be enough.
Next: A Language I Understand or [name_m]Midnight[/name_m] Waves