By Iain M. Banks
There's a international that hangs suspended among triumph and disaster, among the dismantling of the Wall and the autumn of the dual Towers, frozen within the shadow of suicide terrorism and worldwide monetary cave in. any such international calls for an organization hand and a guiding mild. yet does it desire the fear: an omnipotent association with a malevolent presiding genius, pervasive impression and numberless invisible operatives in ownership of amazing powers?
Among these operatives are Temudjin Oh, of mysterious Mongolian origins, an un-killable murderer who trips among the peaks of Nepal, a model of Victorian London and the darkish palaces of Venice below snow; Adrian Cubbish, a restlessly grasping urban dealer; and a anonymous, faceless state-sponsored torturer identified merely because the thinker, who strikes among time zones with sinister ease. Then there are those that query the worry: the bandit queen Mrs. Mulverhill, roaming the worlds recruiting rebels to her facet; and sufferer 8262, less than sedation and feigning insanity in a forgotten clinic ward, in hiding from a grimy past.
There is a global that wishes aid; yet even if it wishes the fear is a unique subject.