Category: Young Adult/Teen ISBN-10: B0HBNWVRQB
Type: Fiction
Pages: 396
Copyright: July 27, 2026
ISBN-13: 9798182032391
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
In a vertical city divided between those above the mist and those below it, four strangers are drawn together as failing systems threaten everyone. To save Halidom, they'll have to cross boundaries, uncover forgotten technology, and repair more than the city.
Halidom was built to survive after the world couldn't. A vertical city built beneath an engineered rainfall. Above the clouds, the Highborn look away. Below them, the Rooted keep it running. When Jax crosses the Cloudline, he finds a city that's been lying to everyone, including itself. His journey pulls him toward a spire no one was meant to find, and airships that hold the world together with song. United we climb. Divided we fall.
Excerpt
If God didn't want us in the sky, He wouldn't have made ropes so strong.
Jax mumbled it to himself... Dren said it every time they climbed.
The morning haze hadn't burned off yet. Below him, Level 17 still held dew and echo.
Nets from last night's Skycatch match flapped in the breeze. Someone had scrawled JAX 10 - GRAVITY 0 across a duct panel. Zinn's handwriting.
Jax laughed and kept climbing, humming low enough to make the rope resonate in his hands.
Above the game decks, anchor cables and scaffolds tangled through the towers. The whole upper span webbed tight. They weren't kept on maps, but everyone on the lines knew the route.
To Jax, it was a staircase. He clipped onto Line 34 and swung out, boots skimming open air as momentum curled through his spine. Wind shrieked past his ears. He gave the line a practiced tug and twisted midair to avoid a runoff pipe.
The tower's glass shell blurred beside him. His feet hit the platform five stories above his assigned cleaning rig. Below, Zinn clapped and whooped.
"Didn't you show off enough last night?" he shouted.
Jax smiled, catching his breath.
Zinn balanced a lunch tin on his head like a crown. "Come on, cloud boy. We've got half the skyline to scrub."
"I think gravity missed me," Jax called back.
"She's petty like that. Now move your limbs, Lord Skycatch. The Central Tower's not gonna polish itself."
Zinn swung the rig toward him, the basket already packed with rags and scrapers.
The upper windows were off-limits to drones. Too many secrets behind the glass. The towers always preferred Groundling hands for this kind of work.
Jax kicked off the platform, yanking the counterweight line. The rig shot upward in a smooth rush, pulley wheels whining as the world opened around him.
Sky above, the Cloudline below.
He clung tight as the line stopped at Level 45.
A shimmer caught in the glass.
A face.
A girl his age, maybe younger. Strawberry-blond hair, too clean for his side of the Cloudline. Green eyes met his.
She leaned in and put her hands on the window. For a beat, she just stared.
Samantha is a unique artist only using red ink in her drawings. She comes across a red feather pen enchanted never to run out of ink but she soon discovers that the drawings created from the pen come to life.
