Book excerpt: Running through the storm Donic found himself thinking back on his life, never knowing family or connection, partly his reason for venturing beyond his confined existence. Knowing he would need to seek the connection he yearned for outside his dome city. Pelastus. Dome 016. Even as the Razor rain lashed at his suit and visor, creating streaks across his vision, he could clearly see his companion in front of him. A dweller of the After Glass, an outlander, Katrice. Her grace and form were so precise. Leaving nothing to chance in each of her dynamic movements. Her strength and speed a constant source of admiration, bringing back memories of his time in the dome. The monotony, the repetition. Every day he would wake up to the same routine, his level of advancement and the unrelenting want for his attention; granted him some level of diversity in the tasks he performed, but nothing like the world out here. It was uncertain, unformed, chaotic. Yet he would not change any of it. Grateful even for the near-death experiences as they led him here, with her.