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Chapters (51)
  1. Dedication
  2. Timeline
  3. Prelude: The Ediacaran Period
  4. PART 1
  5. 1.
  6. Interlude: The Wanderers
  7. 2.
  8. Interlude: The Philosophers
  9. 3.
  10. Interlude: The Warmongers
  11. 4.
  12. Interlude: The Posticthyans
  13. 5.
  14. PART 2
  15. 6.
  16. Interlude: The Utopians
  17. 7.
  18. Interlude: The Dead
  19. 8.
  20. Interlude: The Aeronauts
  21. 9.
  22. Interlude: The Hunters
  23. 10.
  24. Interlude: The City-Builders
  25. 11.
  26. PART 3
  27. 12.
  28. Interlude: The Hedonists
  29. 13.
  30. Interlude: The Purists
  31. 14.
  32. PART 4
  33. 15.
  34. Interlude: The Humans
  35. 16.
  36. Interlude: The Ediacaran
  37. 17.
  38. 17/1.
  39. 17/2.
  40. 17/3.
  41. Postscript
  42. I
  43. SPECIAL ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  44. Discover More
  45. extras
  46. meet the author
  47. if you enjoyed
  48. if you enjoyed
  49. CHAPTER 1
  50. BY ADRIAN TCHAIKOVSKY
  51. Praise for

Mal was short for Elsinore Mallory, because her parents came from a particular social stratum where that was perfectly acceptable. However, she never forgave them for it.

They were nineteen. Lee was studying zoology at Reading, Mal was reading English Lit at Oxford—an establishment so exclusive that they had a whole other verb for what you did there. They’d only been friends in school because Lee’s parents had pushed hard to get her somewhere good and Mal’s parents had lost their starched white shirts on some dodgy stock market deal, so couldn’t afford to send her to an expensive private establishment. The moment she’d first met Mal was engraved in Lee’s mind: a thin white girl sitting on her own because she was, frankly, pretty much insufferable at age thirteen. She’d come over from a very posh school that had told her she was better than everyone else. Being thirteen, she’d told her new peers that too, and had been surprised to discover they hadn’t agreed.

So Mal had been alone in the cloakroom, shoulders hunched inwards, head down, reading Lyall Watson’s The Nature of Things. And Lee had a tatty second-hand copy of that very book back home. She had never run into anyone else who’d read it; it was bonkers too, pure Forteana about the secret life of the inanimate world. Here, for the first time ever, was someone else who was interested in that stuff.

Mal had looked up defensively, anticipating more mockery from the chubby Pakistani girl who was staring wide-eyed at her. Yet somehow she’d understood exactly what Lee was after. From that moment, they’d been inseparable. Lee’s parents didn’t know what to make of her, and Mal’s certainly didn’t know what to make of Lee, but neither of them cared.

There followed years of sharing everything, from Dungeons and Dragons campaigns to their first intimate experience. This deepening of their relationship had seemed inevitable to both of them, but none of their parents ever guessed at it, locked into a mindset where such things didn’t happen.

Their other shared pastime was hunting monsters.