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Ink by Hal Duncan The incendiary sequel to the grand debut novel “Vellum” is both multilayered and imaginative in its scope. The eternal struggle between the angels of the Covenant and demons of the Sovereign stretches across worlds and eons, but neither side is prepared for what is to come. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Hal Duncan shattered the boundaries between genres with his stunning debut novel, Vellum, which shocked with the boldness of its ideas, seduced with the sensual beauty of its prose, and astonished with its imaginative sweep. Now Duncan returns with another epic tour de force that surpasses all expectations. Once, in the depths of prehistory, they were human. But in a moment of brutal transfiguration, they became unkin, beings who possessed the power to alter reality by accessing the Vellum: a realm of eternity containing every possibility, every paradox, every heaven . . . and every hell. The Vellum became a battleground where forces of order and chaos fought across time and space. The ultimate weapon in that bloody war spanning through history and myth, dreams and memory, was The Book of All Hours, a legendary tome within which the blueprint for all reality is inscribed, a volume long lost amid the infinite folds of the Vellum. Until, in 2017, it was found by Reynard Carter, a young man with the blood of unkin in his veins. Until Phreedom Messenger and her brother, Thomas, were swept up in an archetypal dance of death and rebirth. Until a hermit named Seamus Finnan found the courage to re-forge his broken soul, and a self-proclaimed angel called Metatron unleashed a plague of AI bitmites. Now, in the aftermath of the apocalypse, several survivors search desperately for the remnants of themselves scattered across the Vellum like torn pages, determined to use the blood of the unkin to rewrite The Book of All Hours, and to forge a new destiny for themselves and all humanity. Reality will never be the same. Author Biography Hal Duncan is the author of Vellum, which was a finalist for both the William H. Crawford Award and the Locus Award for Best First Novel. He is a member of the Glasgow SF Writers Circle. He lives in the West End of Glasgow. Review Praise for Hal Duncan and Vellum”Readers who enjoy the likes of Jeff VanderMeer, Theodore Sturgeon and Neil Gaiman will appreciate the burning energy and imaginative prose.”–BookPage”A revelation–the opening gambit in the career of a mind-blowing colossal talent whose impact will be felt for decades.”–Jeff VanderMeer, author of Shriek: An Afterword”Very impressive, very moving book. Ill be looking for . . . the second volume.”–The San Diego Union-Tribune”A mind-blowing read.”–SFX (five-star “Must-Read” review)”Vellum is more than a novel; its a vision.”–Jeffrey Ford, author of The Girl in the Glass”Like nothing youve ever read before.”–CFQ/Cinefantastique”Duncans sprawling masterpiece is essentially . . . an inspirational guide . . . in the tradition of William Burroughss The Ticket That Exploded, Grant Morrisons The Invisibles, and John Twelve Hawks The Traveler–only better. . . . Its exhilarating as hell.”–Rain Taxi”Its been a long time since Ive come across a book like Vellum, the astonishing first novel by Hal Duncan. Actually, I dont think there is a book like it.”–The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction Long Description With his stunning debut novel, Vellum, Hal Duncan shattered the boundaries between genres. Fantasy, or science fiction, Vellum shocked with the boldness of its ideas, seduced with the sensual beauty of its prose, and astonished with its imaginative sweep. Now Duncan returns with another epic tour de force that surpasses all expectations. INK: The Book of All Hours Once, in the depths of prehistory, they were human. But in a moment of brutal transfiguration, they became unkin, beings who possessed the power to alter reality by accessing the Vellum: a realm of eternity containing every possibility, every paradox, every heaven . . . and every hell. The Vellum became a battleground where forces of order and chaos fought across time and space. The ultimate weapon in that bloody war spanning through history and myth, dreams and memory, was The Book of All Hours, a legendary tome within which the blueprint for all reality is inscribed, a volume long lost amid the infinite folds of the Vellum. Until, in 2017, it was found by Reynard Carter, a young man with the blood of unkin in his veins. Until Phreedom Messenger and her brother, Thomas, were swept up in an archetypal dance of death and rebirth. Until a hermit named Seamus Finnan found the courage to re-forge his broken soul, and a self-proclaimed angel called Metatron unleashed a plague of AI bitmites. Now, in the aftermath of the apocalypse, several survivors search desperately for the remnants of themselves scattered across the Vellum like torn pages, determined to use the blood of the unkin to rewrite The Book of All Hours, and to forge a new destiny for themselves and all humanity. Reality will never be the same. Review Quote Praise for Hal Duncan and Vellum “Readers who enjoy the likes of Jeff VanderMeer, Theodore Sturgeon and Neil Gaiman will appreciate the burning energy and imaginative prose.” BookPage “A revelationthe opening gambit in the career of a mind-blowing colossal talent whose impact will be felt for decades.” Jeff VanderMeer, author of Shriek: An Afterword “Very impressive, very moving book. Ill be looking for . . . the second volume.” The San Diego Union-Tribune “A mind-blowing read.” SFX (five-star “Must-Read” review) “Vellum is more than a novel; its a vision.” Jeffrey Ford, author of The Girl in the Glass “Like nothing youve ever read before.” CFQ/Cinefantastique “Duncans sprawling masterpiece is essentially . . . an inspirational guide . . . in the tradition of William Burroughss The Ticket That Exploded, Grant Morrisons The Invisibles, and John Twelve Hawks The Traveleronly better. . . . Its exhilarating as hell.” Rain Taxi “Its been a long time since Ive come across a book like Vellum, the astonishing first novel by Hal Duncan. Actually, I dont think there is a book like it.” The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction From the Trade Paperback edition. Excerpt from Book One Harlequin In Hell A tantric tarantula. Doom. That ones for King Finn, I think as the smoked-glass windows of the brown-brick 1960s monster of a multistory shatter in a bloom of black smoke and green flame, and I almost flinch–but only almost–as the shock wave blasts across my back, billowing my armored longcoat out in front of me. The reflection in the mirror steel of the Zippo, inscribed with the circle-A of Anarchy, is a peachy sight in the rush-hour night of winter Kentigern, my very own fireworks display. The building was asking for it anyway, I reckon; the only thing the fascists do worse than politics is architecture, and in the Little Black Book of Jack Flash tattooed on my skin, well, bad taste is a fine reason for revolution. I click the lighter open, snik it lit and suck a hash cheroot into a fwoosh of life, then clunk the silvery lighter shut and turn, wait. One elephant. Two elephants. Three elephants. Doom. And thats for Anaesthesia. Militiamen, their chakras acrackle with the blue-green fire of orgone-fusion chain reactions, come streaming from the building, fleeing, jostling through doorways, diving from windows. I watch them from my magic circle of melted tarmac, square in the center of a business-district crossroads where traffic signals cycle red and green and orange, like lights on a cheap mobile disco. Beams of headlights scythe the halogen-orange sky as aircars veer and buck to avoid me, spinning like ice skaters on their float-rays and crumping into sandstone and brick, Victorian, Georgian, Modern edifices shedding chips, sparks, shards and fireballs. Horns blare like its the End of Days and Gabriel has a backing section. Ornithopters rise from the rooftop landing pad of Pitt Street pigyard, unbalanced by the panicked blackshirts clinging to their landing gear and to each other, dangling like daisy chains. I flick the flap of my longcoat back and draw my Curzon-Youngblood Mark I chi-gun–favored weapon of the gaijin ninjas–and slowly, methodically, start to pick them off. Call it kundalini, call it chi, or call it orgone energy. Call it the mystic life force of the universe, if you want. Me, I leave it to the Cavors and the Reichs to do the blackboard metamaths and pop parapsychology. All I know is that I got the original sex pistol in my hand, charged with the full-on power of all the sex-death lust-terror that just reeks in every fiber of my body. Sex is a weapon, and tonight, baby, Im hornier than a whore in heat. Hell, you can smell my aura even over the ozone and jism stinkbomb that used to be Pitt Street Militia Station. A blackshirt falls at my feet, doubled over in an agony of ecstasy and lost in his own moans and gasps, his deepest dread desires unleashed. All around me, in the desperate frenzy of the street, the fascists shed their inhibitions as they strip, insane with lust and clutching at themselves, each other, anything. I like to think Ive given the phrase orgy of violence a whole new meaning. “Fuck me,” the voice at my feet says. “Suck me.” The blackshirt wraps himself around my leg, humping it like a dog, and for a second Im tempted, I admit–I do like a man in uniform–but, baby, I just got here and I need to get my socks on, not my rocks off, cause the Fox is waiting for me. I peel the blackshirt gently from my leg and point him at another partner, smile benevolently as they start to go at it like bonobos. All around, up Pitt Street and along the stretch of Bath Street, aircars are jammed and crammed, and passersby are scrambling out of them, running from the naked madmen. I smile: I do like a man in uniform, but I like him out of uniform even more. Sir, yes, sir. I got Shiva on one side, Shakti on the other. Im a tantric tarantula with a bite of bliss, and theres no cure for the karma I got loaded in my gun. I step back from the carnal carnage, mutter a quick prayer to Kali, holster my Curzon-Youngblood in its leather sheath, and turn, coat furling smoke around me in chaotic involutions. Jack Flash is back. Hows that? I hear you ask. OK, my friends . . . Flashback: Twenty Years Wide Blood dust billows, charcoal black and ash white in the Hinter, swirls of fuzz and hiss, like all the TV sets in the world have spilled their white noise out into the air. The landscape is a rough shape in the storm of bitmites, a corpse riddled with maggots, buried in bluebottles, only here and there a form emerging from the swarming gray: angel armor on disrupters like the skulls of enemies on sticks; charred gods hanging from gibbets; gryphons crunching on the bones of demons; a sylph. Metaphysiqued in sulcate flesh of unskinned musculature and tendons like an anatomical model, golden sun for one eye, silver moon for the other, it gazes impiteous as a shabti shambles past. It studies the clay creature with the blind face, eyeholes made with jabs of fingers, leathery skin painted with ocher. Kin of sorts they are, flesh of the bitmites word, soulstuff made solid in the Vellum . . . or once kin, rather. Unkin. The sylph turns back to its destination, to the Haven. To Kentigern. Footsteps echo on asphalt and concrete as it starts down into the slumscape. It cocks its head–sounds of glass being raked from windows, wood splintered from frames and bricks unmortared by hammer and screwdriver, ax and crowbar; the noises are distant, the shabtis sparse and solitary in their ghetto half-life. As the sylph heads farther in, the wild of Hinter dies off to a flurry, and the hollow house shells come clearer, all bracken plaster, bare-brick rumbled out of square-shape, polythene in windows where there should be glass. Twenty years wide, the postwar zone of tower block and bunker bungalows is what they call a novagrad, in the creole lingischt of the afterworld. A new city schemed with villas and verges, sapling trees and car parks, all arranged in an artifice of neighborhoods by planners doodling on acid. Streets flow aimless into dead-end curlicues, organic whorls. Not the grid system of a far-ago city but something drawn in crayons held between a madmans teeth, inhabited by clay mock-ups of humanity. It is 2037, two decades after the apocalypse. The sylph begins to run. Theres risk here. Paths wind, roads branch and spiral as a mazing of vodoun veves. Here the deep dead lose themselves in intricacies of what might have been, entranced in an eternal mundane moment: a child caught pissing in the bushes outside an angry neighbors house; a drunk forever trying to get his key into the front door lock. The Havens arent meant for shades, for strands of skandas, sylphs and shabtis; New Amsterdam, St. Leninsburg, Instantinople . . . Kentigern, each has its novagrad to trap the ghosts that gather round its gates. But the sylph moves fast, stays focused on its destination and ignores the echoes of others footsteps, till– The floodlights of the Way Station burn furious white. They strobe, seen through the rails of the perimeter fence as the sylph lopes lupine alongside it. Barbed wire on the roof, with streamers of shredded plastic bags caught in it, steel shutters graved with graffiti, Roman, Cyrillic–the place is entrenched, still defending against a kind of war that ended a world ago, back when this was the place where the convoys came in with the truckloads of food for us, thank God, were starving here, but theres less of them this time and there wasnt enough to go round the last time, God, why is this all theyre doing, doesnt it mean anything to them that were dying here, doesnt it mean anything, God help us, oh, God help us. The sylph throws back its head, and echoes of the dead roar from its mouth. Harlequin in Rags of Skin “Behold!” Monsieur Reynard walks out onto the stage and makes a flourish with his feathered hat, the King of Players, bowing as he twirls his fake mustache. “Behold,” he says, “our hero, Harlequin in rags of skin, a fool, a clown, a wandering wastrel newly arrived in town.” And as our comedys Reynard the Fox, the King of Thieves, the Scaramouche, he smiles most charmingly as Jack leaps with a somersault onto the boards, to land down on one knee before the lords and ladies of this little corner of eternity. Guy strolls and shrugs, immune to all their gasps at Jacks jaguar agility. But, then, who better to narrate this tale of Harlequin, the Jack of Hearts, the Joker in the pack, with all the requisite insouciance? Who else is there who can outstrut the cock? “Our heros story, sad to say,” glooms Guy, holding his hat over his heart, “is like the clothes he wears, a patchwork motley born of poverty. See how his nursemaid clothed the bastard boy in scraps . . .” Our Harlequin wears a more ancient costume than the multicolored diamonds of more cultured stages. Umbers and ambers, browns and blacks and reds, the tight-stretched leather of the cat suit, faun and beige, a hundred different shades of hide, of cow and kid, of horse and deer, of pig and snake, of antelope and lion, unicorn and king, smooth to his supple frame as flippant, flighty Jack bounces and flounces, backflips, pirouettes and cartwheels on the stage. “Fucking show-off,” mutters Joey as he lets the curtain drop back into place. “Jealous,” I say. Jack struts the boards, looks back at me offstage and winks. Its all for me, I think. Jack doesnt give a fuck for them; the only thing he really cares for is his Puck. He treats this audience of fine imp Details ISBN0345487338 Author Hal Duncan Short Title INK Language English ISBN-10 0345487338 ISBN-13 9780345487339 Media Book Format Paperback Year 2007 Birth 1971 Series The Book of All Hours Subtitle The Book of All Hours DOI 10.1604/9780345487339 Series Number 2 Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2007-02-27 NZ Release Date 2007-02-27 US Release Date 2007-02-27 UK Release Date 2007-02-27 Pages 544 Publisher Random House USA Inc Publication Date 2007-02-27 Imprint Random House Inc DEWEY 823.92 Audience General We’ve got this At The Nile, if you’re looking for it, we’ve got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items – you’re bound to find what you want, at a price you’ll love! TheNile_Item_ID:137976663;
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