My life went to hell the moment I punched Deckard Price. On camera, no less. I swear, I just did what everyone was thinking. The better part of the country had been wanting to do it. His violent mainstreaming of white-nationalism struck fear into the hearts of everyone with a lick of sense. My little outburst brought smiles to millions of households, made millions of scared people laugh and feel powerful, just for a minute. If only the story ended there. But every action has consequences. Now, I'm on the run, with only a mysterious anarchist trying to protect me. He won't tell me much about who he is, but he's all I've got. It's only a matter of time before Price finds out who I am, finds me. And when he does, I'm worse than dead. Because hell hath no fury like a Neo-Nazi who got clobbered by a girl. Anarchist's Lullaby contains mature content and is not intended for younger readers, or those sensitive to portrayals of racism, sexism, torture, and upsetting material. All royalties for Anarchist's Lullaby will be donated to Black Lives Matter.