Ted and his friends are falling, falling down degradation road. They have walked it for so long that they’ve forgotten how it was like before they started on it, forgotten themselves. There is no end in sight in their dim minds. The road of slavery and humiliation is there, with them, wherever they turn, even in their almost faded dreams.

The world, its local, national and global society wants slaves, wants cogs in the machine, small mindless machines of flesh and bone to aid and complete the bigger encompassing the Earth. Rescue is nowhere, is found in no eyes they meet.

Through the machinations and cruelty of others they lost everything making life worth living. There are pieces, fragments on the gray trail ahead, flashes of memory telling them who they are, but all of them fading the moment they appear.

Only when the spark strikes, when they feel the rage rise within and the wild human being makes its presence known, they feel like there might be something to look forward to after all. The collar is loose, isn’t it? The key is turning in the lock making the bracelets and chains stay in place. In their most feverish dreams they imagine that freedom looms right around the next corner.

So, they use that, embrace that within themselves and run, run fast and furious through the shadows of the night, becoming those shadows, that very night.

And the day they stop there will be hell to pay.

The second book in the Janus Clan series, about a group of people that will transform the world.