"This isn't about names," it intoned. "This is pattern management. To prevent chaos, to maintain continuity."
Skating Jesus scraped a wheel against the lip of the halfpipe. Sparks flew—holy, burning gold.
“Then let’s make sure we land the trick,” he said.
As Skating Jesus rode his board through the streets of Andarous, the warm sun on his face and the wind in his hair, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was about to change. The Andarous Chronicles had been whispering secrets in his ear, guiding him towards a revelation that would shift the balance of power in the land.
