Excerpt: The Outcast

Garjou switched his gaze back to the sky. A gust of wind blew his hood backward over his head, and the glare disappeared from his eyes. They were revealed as a sky blue, round and hopeful with the moon reflected in each. His short, spiky black hair followed the path of the gale as it calmed, closing his cloak around his dusky platform boots. He glanced back at the willow tree before revealing himself to the lights of the small beginning of the city. They were small buildings mostly, maybe a strip mall (he hadn’t quite paid attention to the layout), but just the beginning of a suburban city.