ONE FIFTY ONE
Stay in the 150, you live. Fall out, and take your chances down below…
17-year-old Aeneas doesn’t belong to a Colony. As the bloody scars on his back remind him, he was one more than needed. One more than necessary. The order, hierarchy, and safety of the Colony Spires are a mystery to him, their members strangers, their rulers unknown. He survives as a thief in the depths of the Ilium Underground, until his world begins to slowly fall apart: a mobster tortures him for secrets, the band of pirates that raised him is slaughtered in cold blood, and the Ilium Secret Police seem to be following his every move.
Then he meets Casseopea, a newly-orphaned girl from the Colonies, and his world turns around once more. All is not well in her Colony: the new Head Mistress is terrorizing its members, a secret rebellion is brewing, and the Chieftain Memnon has cast her out in order to help him find a mystical Key. Only by joining forces with this mysterious girl will Aeneas learn the truth about his past, unlock the power of the Key, and change the fate of Ilium forever.
This can’t be the true Son of Ilium.
Panicked thoughts swept through Memnon’s throbbing forehead as he reached for the silver-plated battle axe that had hung from his war belt since he was a young man. Cool steel-coloured eyes bore into him from the intruder—the boy—watching his every move. Tattered robes, soiled from the filth of the city Underground, lay at the boy’s feet.
First a beggar, now a boy. This can’t be the true Son of Ilium.
Memnon’s heart beat a little faster. The axe wasn’t there. Only nothingness. It should have been there—it was always there. Instead, the cold leather of his belt gave way to the folds of velvet from his tunic. Something wet. Something warm.
He felt more eyes on him now. He was surrounded. The Elders of the Colony. His people. But they weren’t his people anymore. Not now. Not with this boy, this stranger, this outcast, standing in his way.