![]() Deep cracks and scorings climbed irregularly over the spire’s surface, disappearing into the darkened shadow of the overhang. A thick rock spire pushed up from the canyon floor, spreading toward the top into a broad flat surface. He could see now how it had gotten its name. The small ship was on auto now, banking as it descended, avoiding other air traffic on its way into Balance City’s port. He’d heard about the city, but the tales were nothing compared to the sight now becoming clearer in front of the small craft. Jack Stein craned forward in his seat, leaning over the front panel to try to get a better view of the approaching city through the forward viewscreens, though the flyer’s nose partially blocked the view. ![]() Originally published by Roc Books, an imprint of Penguin Putnam Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental, ![]()
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