Back Smoke
Chapters (35)
  1. PART ONE SCHOOL
  2. EXAMINATION
  3. THE TRIP
  4. INFECTION
  5. SWEETS
  6. PART TWO THE MANOR
  7. LESSONS
  8. LIVIA
  9. SPARRING
  10. LABORATORY
  11. PART THREE COMMONERS
  12. IN THE WOODS
  13. IN DARKNESS
  14. LIZZY
  15. THE LIBERAL
  16. CAESAR
  17. QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS
  18. HEADMASTER
  19. PART FOUR ANGEL
  20. THE COUNTRY AND THE CITY
  21. FARMER
  22. BONE MUSIC
  23. DELIVERY
  24. CAPTAIN
  25. SCAR TISSUE
  26. PENCIL AND PAPER
  27. CAESAR
  28. PART FIVE ABOVE AND BELOW
  29. DEMONS
  30. FACTORY
  31. FUSE
  32. BAPTISM
  33. PART SIX CLOUD
  34. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  35. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

So, Thomas now says to himself, I have come into my patrimony. All I needed was a bit of priming. Then I took to it like a boar to his rut.

But the ease of his corruption, it isn’t really the worst of it. He has known he is susceptible all his life. A boy with a temper; rage, like a pet, always faithful by his side.

The worst of it is that it was fun. Being consumed by the Smoke. Letting go of all restraint. Stripping naked as the day you were born and becoming a creature of pure want. For Thomas discovered something. At the heart of the Smoke he found waiting for him the unselfconsciousness of childhood, of those years before speech. How perfect, how natural it felt to live there, in a place that knew no consequence. His fists swollen, the heat of Livia’s body pinned under his weight.

Just as he is thinking this, squirming in his seat with the power of the thought, Livia turns to him, her head thrown forward so she can see him across Charlie. Thomas looks away. The coach veers, his bladder strains. He wants to talk to her, explain himself. He wonders where to pee so she won’t notice.

He is, in short, confused.

Then they arrive: a dank street without lighting.

The coach races off as soon as Livia has paid the driver.

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It might be Ratcliff or Southwark: Thomas did not pay attention to the way. All he knows of London are a dozen or so streets and a score of names he has overheard. Lambeth, Hammersmith, Wapping. Limehouse. Shoreditch (always mentioned in a hush). They remain close to the river in any case; he can smell its stink. A great grey slab of a building rises before them, looking more like a fortress than a factory. Initially Thomas thinks that it is here they are headed. But it is the smaller, red-brick building growing out of its flank that wears the name of Ryman’s Fine Tobacco. There is no fence at the front, just a sturdy green door at the top of a short flight of steps. For the third time that night they try a door handle and find it does not move. The knocker rings through the building beyond but fails to summon either a doorman or a guard. They are alone.