![]() I worked among ruthless gangs of voyants, all willing to floor each other to survive. My father thought I would lead a simple life that I was bright but unambitious, complacent with whatever work life threw at me.įrom the age of sixteen I had worked in the criminal underworld of Scion London – SciLo, as we called it on the streets. There were plenty of jobs in the service industry. ![]() It was expected of young men and women to scratch out a living wherever they could, which was usually behind a counter of one sort or another. I attended a private school for girls, leaving at sixteen to work. I had lived in that part of London that used to be called Islington since I was eight. ![]() Some of us know, and we never get caught. We live in a way you might consider normal, provided you don’t look too hard. Not outside of fantasy, and even that’s blacklisted. We are the minority the world does not accept. I like to imagine there were more of us in the beginning. Map of the Republics of Scion England and Scion Irelandīesides this earth, and besides the race of men, there is an invisible world and a kingdom of spirits: that world is round us, for it is everywhere. ![]() Interlude: Ode to London Under the Anchor ![]()
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