The world ended on a Tuesday, and Raine was running late. She bolted from her bed and flung open the curtains, half-expecting to see fire and smoke. Instead, the sky over the city of Atlantea was a placid blue, the morning sun casting long, lazy shadows across the crystalline buildings. The world ended on a Tuesday, and Raine was running late. She bolted from her bed and flung open the curtains, h

