Cold Tom

Tom had never been to the city of the demons before, and it smelt of death. He stood and shivered by the bridge over the river, his skin prickling with danger. It was madness to cross—but then he was in danger if he stayed, too. Tom is one of the Tribe. But he is not like the others— he is clumsy and heavy, and the Tribe drive him away into the demon city. But Tom can't live with demons either—they are so hot, so foul, and he knows they are trying to enslave his mind.
But there is nowhere else to run. Between the savage Tribe and the stifling demons, is there any way out for Tom ?