Introduction to The Mirror Never Ages
East London, Black Mortar Street. Tommy, a nineteen-year-old shoeshiner, reaches out and touches the broken mirror outside a tailor's shop.
A hand reaches out from the mirror and grabs his wrist. From then on, he sees another version of himself in the glass and hears his mother, dead for eight years, call his name. A handprint remains on his wrist, impossible to erase.
A man calling himself a “Night Watcher” tells him: “You've been marked. Something living in the mirror has its eye on you. It will keep calling you, keep deceiving you, and keep waiting for you to open the door and go inside.”
Every night he survives, another crack appears on a copper coin. When it reaches ten cracks, he must either go inside or die.
What he doesn't know is that this is only the beginning.
Seven doors, seven gatekeepers, seven ancient beings sleeping behind the doors. They writhe in the depths of the gray fog, watch from the shadows, and whisper in dreams. They are waiting for the doors to open, waiting to come through.
Some call them “gods.” But there is more than one god. Some are asleep, some are awake; some want to destroy the world, while others only want to go home.
Tommy is descended from an alchemist who lived three hundred years ago, and a curse flows through his blood. He can see every door. The Silver Mirror Society wants to capture him and make him open the doors, while the Church of the Other Shore wants to sacrifice him.
All he can do is run. Run into the mirrors, into the depths of the gray fog, and into the fate he himself cannot bear to acknowledge.
There, he will encounter reflections, gatekeepers, visitors from the Other Shore, and the “gods” sleeping behind the doors. Every one has a name, every one has a side, and every one is waiting for him.
Someone is waiting for you in the mirror.
Do you dare open the door?
