About the book
Ibram Gaunt has lived on it for a great deal of his adult and sub-adult life. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. Carl Thonius lingered in the hatchway, paying the pilot his fee and tip, and making arrangements for future services. They’d laboriously crossed a network of interfarm trackways and finally made it onto a metalled highway running east-west, the main overland arterial route used by the produce road-trains every harvest season to ship grain to the world hive at Malvo Heights.