Mikal Fanon didn't join up so he could hurt people. Sherry Nicolas didn't mean to fall in love. Niani Shange didn't want to inspire any violence. Jack Curry didn't want to love someone who didn't love him back. Richard Lovecraft didn't intend to be made a fool. Hatred??????seething, raw, unblinking hatred??????can be as inspiring as love. And when Mikal gets caught up in a rally, part of a group of new friends with whom he finally feels he can belong, he doesn't really question the message. He doesn't stop to think about the meaning of the crowd's chanting. He's just happy to be a part of it??????a part of something??????and he's basking in the glow of the man on the podium. A man who confidently knows himself. A man who can control a crowd. A man who thinks being white makes him superior. And Mikal's not the only one attracted to Richard Lovecraft's light. But Richard's isn't the only light around ?????? and when attractions are pulled in two different directions, a violent tear threatens everyone's world.