Getting under the wall is something most of the sheep don’t dream of. Though nightmares aren’t uncommon.
Kayro Jayne didn’t want to write the sheep-pleasing pablum her hiveworld journalist colleagues were reduced to. Real stories from real people were what she wanted, the ugly, the poor, the victims of a spire that reached to the sky. She went to the only place they were allowed to live, and the only place that would have her: the Underhive.
These are her dispatches.
