GODDESS FROM THE MACHINE//
A NOVEL IN THE WORLD OF ARK
A lone machinist toils away in Machindoun's Chasm Tier. She's young - sixteen - but one of the best; even on the path to getting herself Machinist Guild credentials, and that's not easy. Not cheap, either. Machindoun is the perfect place for her. She's diligent, smart, and is carving out a name for herself. If she keeps it up, she'll in no time be servicing clients on Mechanmont Row - the top of the city and the top of the social ladder. Folk up the hills have deep pockets, so she hears.
By Machindoun's standards, she's doing fine and well. But there's more to her than a keen wit and dexterous hands. She always wears a coat to cover the small of her back. She always wears a blue bandanna to cover the back of her neck. There are things etched into her that speak of a different life. A life before she had her own shop. A life before she had coin of her own, and friends who cared for her.
A life before before she was free.
A life before him.
By Machindoun's standards, she's doing fine and well. But there's more to her than a keen wit and dexterous hands. She always wears a coat to cover the small of her back. She always wears a blue bandanna to cover the back of her neck. There are things etched into her that speak of a different life. A life before she had her own shop. A life before she had coin of her own, and friends who cared for her.
A life before before she was free.
A life before him.
