There’s nothing at the center of Kathe Koja’s novel The Cipher. Even less than nothing—a kind of black hole that has opened up spontaneously in the floor of a neglected second story storage room in Nicholas’s down-and-out apartment building.
It’s hard to describe, because there isn’t much to describe. “Black. Not darkness, not the absence of light but li…
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