REALITY? I'd give it a C-. That's what fifteen year old Judith Ellis thinks, anyway. Reality is her former best friend t talking to her this year. Reality is her dad living three thousand miles away. Reality is what happened outside 158 West Seventy-first Street, New York City. To Judith, fantasy rules. Particularly in the Game, which she plays online with a bunch of strangers she kws only as the Witch, the Drunken Warrior, and Irgan the Head Case. In the gaming world it's strictly alternative identities. No one kws who you are, one gets too close. But one player in the Game is coming after her -- and he's a lot closer than Judith guesses. Close eugh to see her, close eugh to talk with her, Close eugh to like her.