Purple; it gleams in the darkest slums of the undercity. It provides a light for the weak, gives a glimmer of hope among the decay and disgust of poverty. Power; we all have power within us. Yet, we all seek it. As if what we have isn't already enough? We seek for a rivaling fight; a match destined to set a reputation. We all have power within us; however, some of us are much too meager to ever use it. Some of us, need a little help in igniting the strength to utilize this power. Shimmer, a gleaming, alluring substance of strength. It brings out the worst in us. A feral, disproportioned, slop of flesh and shimmer. An untamed, unkept, disgusting, vile monster. It pushes the body, severs the mind. Turns the being into a mindless, grotesque horror show for a moment of bliss and pure size, pure strength. And then it leaves a broken being in it's wake. A fiend. An addict. Silco is the distributor. He quote-on-quote, saves the people of 'Zaun'. Turns them into little mindless puppets for his own power. He turned the undercity into a playground. You just happened to be caught in the middle of it. a/n: ajkhfkweij cover is by me, enjoy the book.