A Man of Shadows

“My name’s Lucille,” she said, as she walked over to where the neon sky came down towards the edge of the building. “Lucille Firstborn.” She reached up to screw the yellow bulb into an empty socket. The light glowed evenly and she nodded in satisfaction. “Yes, I was a bulb monkey once. Over twenty-five years’ service, mending the lights. Fixing the

Bale spoke firmly. “This city is a dynamo. It never stops turning, never stops working. And because of this, Dayzone constantly needs more glow, more heat, more power. But most of all it needs more time. Different kinds of time. A time for every single occasion, mood and desire. The people demand it. And we here at the Ariadne Centre have to admini

He had learned once of a French phrase for twilight: entre chien et loup, between the dog and the wolf, meaning that time of day when it’s impossible to tell these two animals – one benign and the other wild – apart. A dangerous time, when the senses could not be trusted.