*Lucian*
I listen to the sounds of the city coming to life as my coach travels toward its destination. I have always enjoyed the hustle and bustle of Blackrock city, but particularly in the early hours of the morning. As a boy, I had always felt that it offered the promise of opportunity: pockets to be picked, food to be stolen, tricks to be played on the unsuspecting. And always there was Frannie.
From the first night that Jack took me to Feagan’s, the first night when I spotted the little girl sitting by the fire, the first night when she crawled onto the mound of blankets, tucked her small hand in mine, and told me not to be afraid, I loved her.
I remember nothing of my life before Jack found me. Marcus Langdon and his attempt to claim the title have me trying to remember what I can
