In a bleak, dystopian future surveillance state, a band of teens rises from society\'s lowest classes to incite an eerily familiar revolution.
T\'nite I take the first step fo\' my brothers and sisters o\' the sword, fo\' t\'Sewers whole...
Freedom or death!.
T\'nite it changes.
T\'is t\'seat for sure, right un\'er Boss Dog\'s ass.
They call us Sewer Rats but these Sewers once made up t\'original city, t\'very seat of t\'Empire.
This made for two forbidden crimes under one cover.
Yet the Empire was where Donovan and the Book were both headed.
Rush\'s journal was a Black Flag offense--an act of subversion punishable by public execution.
For Donovan, possessing such a Book as Dr.
The Empire had its eyes everywhere.
Here in the relative anonymity of the underground maze he called home, Donovan knew he was being watched--not just by the hidden electronic eyes of the Empire, but by the people of the Sewers themselves, compelled to complicity by the Empire\'s constant messages of fear and reprisal.
Princeton Rush, a man long since thought dead by the Empire\'s hand.
It was all that was left of Donovan\'s father, Dr.
Barely bigger than his hand, the Book overflowed with a lifetime of maps, all surrounded by musings on freedom, tyranny, and rights.
Huddled under a narrow slash of light in a dank and debris-strewn alley of Regent Street, seventeen-year-old Donovan Washington Rush quickly scribbled the words across the cracked, yellowed pages of an old hand-bound journal.
Us...
T\'is the place where Boss Dog Magistrate dumps his trash.
They call it t\'Sewers.
I was born here, in this forgotten hole a mile un\'er t\'Empire streets.
In a bleak, dystopian future surveillance state, a band of teens rises from society\'s lowest classes to incite an eerily familiar revolution
