TRUECOLOR

Out here, even red is a rumor.

A hundred years ago, the world had color. Then came the Bleaching, and the hue drained out of everything—the sky, the soil, the skin of every living soul—leaving a soot-grey continent where the light itself looks like dishwater. Now color is currency, measured by the grain, harvested from the ground and hoarded by the Pale Court. To wear a hue is to burn it out of yourself. Every scrap of true red buys a little heat and costs a little of your life.

Sixteen-year-old Calla Brae has learned to disappear. In the border town of Greymarch she runs sealed casks of color for a scarred old dyer, vaults rooftops to dodge the grey-robed Wardens and their bleach-stones, and counts under her breath to keep her secret buried. Because Calla is not a Dyer. Dyers pull color in. Calla pours it out—she is the last living Wellspring, a girl whose color never runs dry, and the cracked charm at her chest is all that keeps her from lighting up like a beacon for a hundred miles.

When her bound power finally erupts, the Court comes to harvest her like ore, and Calla runs. Across a bled-out world she flees—atop a thundering caravan of stolen pigment, through the screaming vats of a color-harvest mill—alongside a guilt-ridden warrior guarding the last true red, a duelist deserting the order that drained his sister, and a goggled scavenger who sees the heartbeat of color in things the world calls dead. Behind them glides a serene tyrant who truly believes a colorless world is a kinder one.

But Calla's gift cuts both ways. The power that drinks the color from everyone she loves might also pour it back—if she's brave enough to learn before it kills her.

Fierce, gorgeous, and heart-in-throat urgent, TRUECOLOR is a graphic novel about the terrible cost of beauty in a world that outlawed it. Season One begins now.