Chapters (68)
- Title page
- Dedication
- Part I
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- GAIA YOUNG. SUBJECTIVE IMPRESSIONS.MISSION DAY 20. 20:25 MT.
- Part II
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- GAIA YOUNG. SUBJECTIVE IMPRESSIONS.MISSION DAY 22. 20:05 MT.
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- GAIA YOUNG. SUBJECTIVE IMPRESSIONS.MISSION DAY 25. 15:30 MT.
- Forty-two
- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
- Forty-six
- Forty-seven
- Forty-eight
- Forty-nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-one
- Fifty-two
- Fifty-three
- Fifty-four
- Part III
- Fifty-five
- Fifty-six
- Fifty-seven
- Fifty-eight
- Also by Chris Beckett
- Copyright page
‘We can’t wait that long,’ Deep told him, dabbing at the cut on his head with a kind of fakeskin he carried with him. ‘But you can tell them from us that their story isn’t any truer than yours.’
‘I’ll put some more words in a linkup for you,’ Gaia said. ‘And I’ll give you this as well.’ She took the ring from her finger and handed it to the old man. ‘If the fight really has been over a ring like this, you can have this one, and let the Johnfolk keep theirs. I promise you, they’re both exactly the same, except only for the name inside. The other one was Gela’s ring, and this one belonged to her sister. They’re both just as good.’
‘Go on, you useless lot, just go !’ screamed a young woman, and another stone was thrown, bouncing off the veekle with a strange hollow sound.
‘I want to go with you,’ said Trueheart suddenly. You could see she herself was shocked by what she’d said, terrified by her own choice. Her face was pale and she was trembling all over. ‘You said I could be as smart as anyone on Earth, Marius. I want to come with you and learn the things you know.’
Clare stared at her in horror. ‘What?’ she whispered. ‘What?’ And then she began to shout. ‘You can’t, you silly girl! You can’t ! They might not come back again for fifty years! We’d never see you again!’
Trueheart was shaking so violently she could hardly speak, and her little sisters began to scream. ‘I love you all,’ Trueheart said. ‘Mum, Dad, all of you. I don’t want to say goodbye to you, but if I stay what can Eden offer me? Dad would find me some guy in a year or two, I guess, some other batface, perhaps. Or maybe one of his old guard mates will have some slowhead son who needs taking off his hands, and Dad will give me to him as a favour. Whoever it is, I’ll be his shelterwoman and have his kids and spend the rest of my wakings putting food in their mouths and washing their bums, even though no one really wants a batface, and—’
‘How can you say that!’ roared Clare, running forwards and grabbing her by the shoulders. ‘How dare you say that, Trueheart!’ She shook her daughter violently as she spoke. ‘How dare you say that, when you know we’ve loved and cared for you just as much as all the others.’ She looked round for Tom. ‘Go on, Tom! Gela’s tits, man! You’re her dad. You tell her!’
Tom didn’t know what to say. ‘I . . .’ he began, ‘we—’