He’s Code Blue when brought into the ER: a young drifter who wandered in from the desert, who was attacked for mundane reasons, and who broke his own hands on his attackers’ faces and lacerated them with the jagged bones.
His name is Clay Palmer, and he’s one of the rarest people on earth… the carrier of a genetic mutation with frightening implications for humanity.
With the time ticking on his self-control, Clay wages a desperate struggle to understand what has gone so wrong, with the help of psychologist Adrienne Rand and her anthropologist lover, Sarah.
It’s a struggle that takes them from the desert to the mountains, into the tribal subculture of Clay’s friends, and on a cross-country odyssey through a frozen landscape corroded with industrial blight, toward the other claimant for Clay’s soul: a man who has spent a lifetime spreading chaos and destruction in the world. A man who is more like him than not. A man who wants sons and daughters…
He knows all about living alone. Knows all about life on the top floor, on the other side of the locks that keep him there. It's not a bad life. Lots of other kids have it worse, and he has everything he wants. Except for paper and pencils.
He did a terrible thing once, with nothing more than a drawing and dislike, to someone who will never be right again.
When Roni moves in next door for the summer, singing enigmatic songs in the window across from him, it's the beginning of a new adventure: friendship, and a secret line to the world outside.
Summer always ends, though, and guests have to go home. But friendship means forever.
No matter what the cost to life and limb.
“Just Outside Our Windows, Deep Inside Our Walls” is a haunting story of childhood’s random cruelties, and how its power can be reclaimed in uncompromising ways, by the author that Caitlín Kiernan has called “one of the most marvelously irreverent voices in dark fantasy today.”