Soon to be a major motion picture In a city of thirty million souls crushed beneath smog and neon, one enforcer's rifle misfires, and everything burns. Paul was the regime's perfect hunter: silent, obedient, unbreakable. Until the night he watched a mother and her children die in a closet he helped paint red. One hesitation, one cracked rib, one impossible choice later, he defects to the very rebellion he was born to crush. Joined by Shuyi-a resistance fighter who once balanced on the edge of the world-and Peter-the architect who wrote the code that cages them all-they ignite a forty-three-minute blackout meant to tear the city's heart out. Instead, the heart tears back. When the sky itself falls in fire and the Chairman reveals he was never a man but a gardener who believes genocide is pruning, Paul must decide what grows in the ashes of thirty million lives. A ferocious, heartbreaking dystopian epic about mothers who hide children in walls, lovers who kiss in subway tombs, and the stubborn refusal to let any god-human or orbital-own the dirt beneath your feet. From the ruins of EDIN rises a whisper that will not die: We were never ghosts. We were the fire. And we are still planting.