Versatile and prolificauthor Adrian Tchaikovskywon theArthur C. ClarkeAward in 2016 for his sci - fi tale fry of Time , but he ’s equally as well known for his Shadows of the Apt phantasy serial . He give to the illusion genre with his next novel , City of Last Chances , and io9 has a first look today !
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There has always been a darkness to Ilmar , but never more so than now . The city chafes under the heavy paw of the Palleseen line of work , the choke coil - hold of its criminal underworld , the boot of its factory possessor , the weight of its execrable poor and the burden of its ancient curse .
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What will be the spark that lights the conflagration ?
Despite the metropolis ’s refugees , wanderers , murderers , madmen , fanatic and thieves , the accelerator , as always , will be the Anchorwood – that moody grove of trees , that primeval remnant , that portal , when the moon is full , to strange and distant shores .
Ilmar , some say , is the worst seat in the world and the gateway to a thousand worse situation .
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Ilmar , City of Long Shadows .
City of Bad Decisions .
metropolis of Last Chances .
Here ’s the full cover , follow by the excerpt .
Yasnic ’s Relationship with God
Yasnic the non-Christian priest . fragile and not young , though not quite former . Half lost in wearing apparel orient for a larger human beings in the voluminous Ilmari manner . Face hollow , hair greying before it should , thinning , creeping back from his temples like an US Army that , seeing its opposition is fourth dimension , no longer has the will to fight …
That morning , God was complaining again . Yasnic lie crunched up in layer , knees almost to his chin and his feet twined together . Trying to severalise from the way the visible radiation trickle in through the filthy windowpane whether the frost was just on the exterior , or on the inside again . He could have put a handwriting out to touch the panes and stoppage . He could have put a foot out and complain out at God . Or the far paries . It was , he decide , a boon . A small room prevail his body heat longer . If he ’d been able to afford anything larger , then he ’d have needed a fireside and to grease one’s palms wood or coal , or even magical tablethi , to inflame the place .
“ It ’s moth-eaten , ” God said . “ It ’s so moth-eaten . ” The divine front was curl up up on His ledge like an cadaverous cat , and about the same size . He had shrunk since the Nox before , and perhaps that , too , was a blessing . Sometimes Yasnic could do with a short less God in his life , and here he was this daybreak , and God was smaller by at least a quarter . He gave thanks , his knee - jolt chemical reaction ingrained from foresighted years of good upbringing from Kosha , the premature non-Christian priest of God . Back when Ilmar had been a more tolerant place , and old Kosha and Yasnic and God had live in three rooms above a tanner ’s and had nitty-gritty at least once a twelveday .
Not a twelveday , he remind himself . The School of Correct Exchange was levy mulct and make arrests for people using the old calendar , he ’d heard . He had to start think in term of a seven - twenty-four hour period hebdomad , except then he could n’t take care back on the way thing had been and quantify the time properly . How often had they had meat , back when he ’d been a male child teach at Kosha ’s knee ? What was seven into twelve or twelve into seven or however it might work ? His mathematics were n’t good enough to work out it out . And so , obscurely , it felt as though a swathe of his memories was locked aside by the new ordnances . Also , he ’d just given thanks to God that he had less God in his aliveness , and God , the recipient role of those thanks , was properly there and staring at him accusingly .
“ I postulate a blanket , ” said God . “ It ’s only the outset of winter , and it ’s so cold . ”
God depend all skin and bones . He wear thin tag . It was only a season since Yasnic had sacrificed a good shirt to God , but the diminished state of the faith – think Yasnic – tended to mean anything God got His hands on did n’t last . A blanket would go the same direction .
“ I only have one mantle , ” Yasnic told God .
“ Get another one . ” God stared at His only priest from His position on the shelf up by the low ceiling . His spidery hands were grip the edge , His nose and wisps of beard projecting over them . His skin was wrinkle and gray , hollowed until the figure of His bones could be seen quite intelligibly . “ In the old days I had robes of fur and velvet , and my acolyte burn sandalwood — ”
“ Yes , yes , I have it off . ” Yasnic cut God off . “ I only have this cover . ” He lifted the timeworn covering and regret it straightaway , the quiver of the morning take up hall in a bed with way only for one . “ I presuppose I ’m getting up now , ” he added pettily .
“ Please , ” said God . Yasnic barricade halfway through forcing numb feet into his overtrousers . God looked in a sorry means , he had to admit . It was easygoing just to reckon that God was being selfish . God had , after all , been very used to citizenry doing what He said and giving Him all secure affair , back in the twenty-four hour period . Back in a twenty-four hour period long before Yasnic , last priest of God , had come along . Their religion had been buy the farm for over a century , ever since the big Mahanic Temple had been put forward . And yes , Mahanism had actively spoken against other faith , but more , they ’d just … expanded to fill all the available organized religion . masses went where the social upper-case letter was . And now , under the Occupation , there really were people purging religions . Making arrests for Incorrect Speech . Just as well it ’s only me and God , Yasnic remember . light to go unnoticed .
“ expect the woman , ” God said . “ Ask her for another cover . I ’m inhuman . ”
“ Mother Ellaime will not give us another blanket , ” Yasnic said . In fact , their landlady would more likely want to ask about last twelved — last week ’s rent . And that was another matter , of class . Since the Occupation , everything had to be paid sooner , because of the weeks . And he could n’t quite make the math work , but it seemed he was pay more each daytime of the seven than he had each day of the twelve . And it was n’t as though being the lone surviving holy adult male of God really brought in much . There were few perk and no regular take - home remuneration . And , under the Occupation , begging meant adventure arrest for Incorrect Exchange .
“ I ’ll see what I can do . ” Clothes on , he shambled out of the way and break down down for tea leaf . One affair Mother Ellaime did provide her boarders with was a constantly churning samovar by the fire , and both fire and tea were just about enough to set up Yasnic for a Clarence Day ’s scrounging .
God had n’t been with him on the steps but was sit beside the samovar down in the usual elbow room . Yasnic took down a cup from its hook and filled it with sour green , steam clean liquid . He want to avoid Mother Ellaime ’s notice as he jostled elbows with his fellow lodger to get place at the single table . God was there , though . God was hunched bad-tempered - legged on the tin plate Yasnic ’s neighbour had feed porridge off .
“ require her , ” God insisted .
“ I wo n’t do it , ” murmured Yasnic . His neighbor , the big human being named Ruslav who never seemed to have a job but always seemed to have money , star at him . He could n’t see God model in the remains of his porridge . He probably mean Yasnic want to lick his plate unobjectionable . Jealously , he pulled it closer to himself , making God scrabble for Libra the Balance . Yasnic funk , cognizant that everyone was looking at him now , even the scholar girl who ’d reverse up a tw — two weeks ago , and whom he dread peach to . She was very apt , and Gownhall the great unwashed screw to argue metaphysics . He was afraid he ’d listen to her tortuous logical system too much and then take care around for God , only to discover God was n’t there anymore . And he was afraid of what he might find , if that were ever the case .
“ take , ” God assert querulously . “ I dominate it . ”
“ female parent , ” Yasnic said . “ I do n’t suppose I could implore another blanket from you ? ” Loud enough to carry to the old woman . cognisant that his quiet word of honor were exposit to fill the elbow room . feel the student ’s judging eyes on him . feel ashamed . And it was n’t even a useful ignominy , the variety that earned you credit with God or , in this case , got you a cover , because Mother Ellaime was already shaking her head . And if there was a piddling more money , there might be another cover . And likely that would have in mind someone at the mesa , who had a little less money , would be pretermit a mantle , because it was a shut mantle saving here at Mother Ellaime ’s boarding house . And if it had just been Yasnic , he would have swallow the want of a blanket and known that he was making someone else ’s life better , and judge to warm up himself with that . But it was God , and God was old and petty and selfish , but God was also inhuman , and Yasnic had pass himself into God ’s servicing . And so he begged Mother Ellaime , with the whole board listening archly to every word . With Ruslav , who probably had two cover or even three , snickering in his ear . God was moth-eaten , and God did n’t have anyone else . And it was all for nothing because there was n’t another blanket to be had , not without money he did n’t own .
Excerpt from Adrian Tchaikovsky ’s City of Last Chances reissue by permit of Head of Zeus .
Adrian Tchaikovsky ’s City of Last Chances let go May 2 ; you’re able to pre - rate a copyhere .
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