"I was twelve years old when they blew up Paris"
An unthinkable act of terrorism. An apocalyptic city. An unlikely hero, alone at the end of the world. And then it gets worse.
For Michael Sullivan, the loss of innocence is as brutal as it gets. But buried deep in the menace of a desperate populace is the tiniest glimmer of hope, and the faint but ceaseless pulse of the human soul.
