Ah, New York City in the summer. It’s like living in a perpetual sauna as soon as you step outside or go down into the subway. Central Park is worth its weight in gold in weather like this. The shade of the trees makes it feel a good 10 to 15 degrees cooler. And, um, all the ladies sunbathing on the grass doesn’t hurt either although that seems to increase the temperature, strange.
PROLOGUE: A BLACK CONDOR DIPPED her featherless head and flapped her wings, straining for height. Another vulture drifted in front of her, forcing the condor to climb higher in the crowded wheel of circling birds. The condor struggled, her body weak from having little to eat over the past month. The sun had yet to… Read more »