A leader is chosen, people assume tasks based on their obvious skills, and a sense of order, if tenuous, is established. The blank slate quickly gets filled up with new characters, complicated relationships, and an increasingly pressing mystery to solve, but the focus of the story never strays far from this central mystery.Įm finds herself in a social structure that is evolving in a sort of reverse Lord of the Flies progression from chaos to a rudimentary tribal system. The narration is extremely efficient, very fitting for the internal dialogue of a main character who knows nearly nothing about herself, where she came from, or where she is. The plot is claustrophobically tense and keeps moving forward at a running pace from the very first pages. Into this blank slate, Scott Sigler weaves a no-frills narrative that feels more like a short story or novelette.
her name? But, this too feels disconnected and somehow wrong. The first solid information she finds comes from the identification panel of the pod (Crib? Coffin? Hybernation Capsule?) from which she escapes. For one thing, she’s wearing clothes that are clearly too small for her. Subsequent clues immediately put this knowledge into doubt, however. The only real sense of memory she has is that today is her birthday, and she is twelve years old.
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