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Chapters (85)
  1. Cover
  2. Also by Gareth L. Powell and available from Titan Books
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright
  5. Dedication
  6. Prologue: Pelapatarn
  7. Part One: Three Years Later
  8. One: Sal Konstanz
  9. Two: Ona Sudak
  10. Three: Ashton Childe
  11. Four: Sal Konstanz
  12. Five: Trouble Dog
  13. Six: Sal Konstanz
  14. Seven: Ashton Childe
  15. Eight: Sal Konstanz
  16. Nine: Sal Konstanz
  17. Ten: Trouble Dog
  18. Eleven: Ona Sudak
  19. Twelve: Sal Konstanz
  20. Thirteen: Trouble Dog
  21. Fourteen: Nod
  22. Fifteen: Sal Konstanz
  23. Sixteen: Ona Sudak
  24. Seventeen: Sal Konstanz
  25. Eighteen: Ashton Childe
  26. Nineteen: Ona Sudak
  27. Twenty: Sal Konstanz
  28. Twenty-One: Ashton Childe
  29. Twenty-Two: Trouble Dog
  30. Twenty-Three: Ona Sudak
  31. Twenty-Four: Sal Konstanz
  32. Twenty-Five: Trouble Dog
  33. Twenty-Six: Ashton Childe
  34. Twenty-Seven: Trouble Dog
  35. Twenty-Eight: Nod
  36. Twenty-Nine: Ona Sudak
  37. Thirty: Sal Konstanz
  38. Thirty-One: Nod
  39. Thirty-Two: Ona Sudak
  40. Thirty-Three: Sal Konstanz
  41. Thirty-Four: Nod
  42. Thirty-Five: Ashton Childe
  43. Thirty-Six: Sal Konstanz
  44. Thirty-Seven: Ona Sudak
  45. Thirty-Eight: Ashton Childe
  46. Thirty-Nine: Ona Sudak
  47. Forty: Trouble Dog
  48. Forty-One: Sal Konstanz
  49. Part Two: The Marble Armada
  50. Forty-Two: Ona Sudak
  51. Forty-Three: Sal Konstanz
  52. Forty-Four: Nod
  53. Forty-Five: Trouble Dog
  54. Forty-Six: Sal Konstanz
  55. Forty-Seven: Ashton Childe
  56. Forty-Eight: Trouble Dog
  57. Forty-Nine: Sal Konstanz
  58. Fifty: Nod
  59. Fifty-One: Ashton Childe
  60. Fifty-Two: Ona Sudak
  61. Fifty-Three: Trouble Dog
  62. Fifty-Four: Ona Sudak
  63. Fifty-Five: Sal Konstanz
  64. Fifty-Six: Ashton Childe
  65. Fifty-Seven: Ona Sudak
  66. Fifty-Eight: Trouble Dog
  67. Fifty-Nine: Sal Konstanz
  68. Sixty: Ashton Childe
  69. Sixty-One: Ona Sudak
  70. Sixty-Two: Sal Konstanz
  71. Sixty-Three: Ona Sudak
  72. Sixty-Four: Nod
  73. Sixty-Five: Trouble Dog
  74. Sixty-Six: Ashton Childe
  75. Sixty-Seven: Sal Konstanz
  76. Sixty-Eight: Trouble Dog
  77. Sixty-Nine: Sal Konstanz
  78. Seventy: Sal Konstanz
  79. Seventy-One: Ashton Childe
  80. Seventy-Two: Trouble Dog
  81. Seventy-Three: The Marble Armada
  82. Seventy-Four: Nod
  83. Acknowledgements
  84. About the Author
  85. Also Available from Titan Books

As a cadet, I’d participated in a number of wilderness survival exercises. I knew how to live off the land, and how to find food in some of the most inhospitable and godforsaken climes. But those exercises had taken place outdoors, where plants, lichen and other sources of nutrition were readily available to those who knew how to look for them. Here, the sterile white walls and floor offered little in the way of hope. I hadn’t eaten in twenty-four hours and, unless I found a way out and contrived to be rescued within the next couple of days, I would start to lose the energy and willpower to carry on.

As an experiment, I tried stepping in and out of the little room I had just left, half hoping the door would snap closed and return me to my starting point. However, after three tries, the blue light remained resolutely lit and the doors remained open, leaving me no choice but to follow the corridor and search for another exit.

I took a couple of deep, steadying breaths, and then edged away from the door, one foot at a time, all the while keeping my right fist pulled back and ready to fly at the first sign of an attack.

Forty-Three: Sal Konstanz

FORTY-THREE

SAL KONSTANZ

Acting on my orders, the Trouble Dog shut off its engines as it crossed the Gallery’s heliopause—that tenuous border region on the ragged edge of the solar system, where the outward pressure of the solar wind had attenuated to the point it could no longer hold back the winds from the surrounding stars, and interstellar space began. Still travelling at great speed but now unpowered, the ship began to drift down through the higher dimensions until it fell from the hypervoid altogether, and remerged into the universe.

Falling into the system on a ballistic trajectory, the Trouble Dog kept only its most vital systems online, and only the most passive of its sensors in operation. Eighteen billion kilometres ahead of us, the Gallery’s sun resembled little more than a reasonably bright star against a backdrop of other stars, and the Objects themselves were specks rendered all but invisible by distance.