No city is totally evil. It has a heart that beats both black and blue. Its mother, its architect, instilled it with hope and beliefs that can roar to the skies where a king--or a gargoyle--sits overlooking its realm.

Or it can slither in ribbons of tunnels that burrow like catacombs fragile and lost.

Devin bodysurfed the city, a slick on its surface. Joseph tried his best to walk on its waters.