Synopsis
Everything that has ever been believed in exists. The problem is that they remain in existence even when people cease to believe. The Wicked City is a place for those beliefs to manifest and exist, living lives of chaotic wonder and horror in equal measures. The Wicked City is the most anarchic and impossible city imaginable.
Felix is a spirit, a personification. The problem is that he is not exactly sure what of. He has a knack for finding lost things but a terrible urge to steal and hide small, precious objects.
Felix's knack is about to get him into serious trouble and lead him and a group of weird and wonderful friends to confront a terrible and ancient evil.
What do you do when people that are supposed to last for all time are being destroyed. In an impossible city the impossible is about to become possible and the very foundations of the Wicked City will tremble.
Excerpt
Felix found it difficult to remember how he came to be. There was definitely a time when he wasn’t and then there was a time when he was. It was the in-between bit that was vague and hard to place. There were a few unformed semi-realised sensations that he could remember; a sense of loss, a feeling of annoyance and frustration, a swelling surge of elation, but nothing truly concrete or that he was able to pin down in time and space.
He did remember the alley though; stinking, festering smelling of decay. He remembered opening his eyes for the first time and cracking through a thin film of hardened mucus; a caul they called it. He remembered the filth, the discarded cans and bones and the less pleasant organic materials. He remembered the Catch-Patrol.
He remembered screaming-sirens, rough-shouts and guttural-growls, the baying of the Hounds and the tramping of hard-boots. He remembered their hands, strong and calloused. He remembered the shock-poles, oh he remembered those alright.
There was a vagueness in his memories at this point, filled with unpleasant sensations; the taste of blood, the clang of metal , the stink of urine. When the memories became clearer once again he had been in a cell. How he knew that, he didn’t know only that there was a definite feel of ‘cellishness’. He had also become aware that he wasn’t alone. A great mound of fur in the corner shifted and grunted. Felix would have been scared but his fears were calmed somewhat by the furry-mound’s soft flatulation.
