In the future, pollution will smell like lilacs. Families will live in new, single-storied houses (stairs are dangerous) without pets (animals carry disease). In the future, sidewalks will be all but extinct and children will be ferried to and from school, carefully strapped into buses that crawl through gridlocked traffic while cars honk paid advertisements. In the future, technology couches our lives in seven layers of safety while breeding fear and caution and a strange creature known as the wikkeling that feeds off the young. This is the world in Steve Arntson's debut novel, The Wikkeling...

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