Bright Phoenix

I am flying. I swoop over the rooftops of Liverpool, over the waterfront and out to sea, following a trawler as it drags its nets through the wild sea. I am a sixteen-year-old bird boy, addicted to seagull blood, flying through sea-storms, up to the moon . . .

On the run from tragedy, Lucas escaped Liverpool - then a city cast aside, a city crumbling.

Now he''s back, the old gang don''t rush to welc...