Monday, October 06, 2008

The Quiet War, Chapter 6

It was all nonsense, Macy thought as she rode the tram through the night-time city back to the biome. She was angry and anxious and scared, and now that the ordeal was over, anger was winning out. It was all nonsense. All of it. There was no conspiracy. Manny Vargo had died because of some awful but unambiguous medical accident. There were a thousand reasons why his slate could have gone missing, from bureaucratic error to simple theft. And Ursula Freye had taken those two completely unrelated facts, her lover’s death and the missing slate, and had forced a connection, and had kept adding other connections, selecting what suited her and rejecting anything contradictory until she’d caged herself in a paranoid fantasy.

And she wants to put me in that cage, Macy thought. She and her fox-faced friend. Speller Twain and that devious little creep Loc Ifrahim. They all want to use me in this joint fantasy of theirs.
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2 Comments:

Blogger PeteY said...

Paul, thanks for the sample chapters. I'll look out for the book next time I'm in the bookshop.

Any hints about what the next novel will be?

October 07, 2008 6:36 PM  
Blogger Paul McAuley said...

Hi Petey,

Pleased you like it. The next novel follows on from this, with excursions beyond Saturn and braided storylines about the problems of occupation and keeping the peace.

Very nearly done now. Very nearly done.

October 10, 2008 3:16 PM  

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