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It begins in the realm of the Real, where matter still matters. It begins with a murder. And it will not end until the Culture has gone to war with death itself. Lededje Ybreq is one of the Intagliated, her marked body bearing witness to a family shame, her life belonging to a man whose lust for power is without limit. Prepared to risk everything for her freedom, her release, when it comes, is at a price, and to put things right she will need the help of the Culture. Benevolent, enlightened and almost infinitely resourceful though it may be, the Culture can only do so much for any individual. With the assistance of one of its most powerful and arguably deranged warships, Lededje finds herself heading into a combat zone not even sure which side the Culture is really on. A war brutal, far-reaching is already raging within the digital realms that store the souls of the dead, and its about to erupt into reality. It started in the realm of the Real and that is where it will end. It will touch countless lives and affect entire civilizations, but at the center of it all is a young woman whose need for revenge masks another motive altogether. SURFACE DETAIL is Iain M. Banks new Culture novel, a breathtaking achievement from a writer whose body of work is without parallel in the modern history of science fiction.

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Iain M Banks Surface Detail A book in the Culture series 2011 For Seth and - photo 1

Iain M Banks

Surface Detail

A book in the Culture series, 2011

For Seth and Lara

With thanks to Adle

One

This one might be trouble.

She heard one of them say this, only ten or so metres away in the darkness. Even over her fear, the sheer naked terror of being hunted, she felt a shiver of excitement, of something like triumph, when she realised they were talking about her. Yes, she thought, she would be trouble, she already was trouble. And they were worried too; the hunters experienced their own fears during the chase. Well, at least one of them did. The man whod spoken was Jasken; Veppers principal bodyguard and chief of security. Jasken. Of course; who else?

You think so do you? said a second man. That was Veppers himself. It felt as though something curdled inside her when she heard his deep, perfectly modulated voice, right now attenuated to something just above a whisper. But then theyre all trouble. He sounded out of breath. Cant you see anything with those? He must be talking about Jaskens Enhancing Oculenses; a fabulously expensive piece of hardware like heavyduty sunglasses. They turned night to day, made heat visible and could see radio waves, allegedly. Jasken tended to wear them all the time, which she had always thought was just showing off, or betrayed some deep insecurity. Wonderful though they might be, they had yet to deliver her into Veppers exquisitely manicured hands.

She was standing, flattened, against a flat scenery. In the gloom, a moment before she had spread herself against the enormous backdrop, she had been able to make out that it was just painted canvas with great sweeps of dark and light paint, but she had been too close to it to see what it actually portrayed. She angled her head out a little and risked a quick look down and to the left, to where the two men were, standing on a gantry cantilevered out from the side of the fly towers north wall. She glimpsed a pair of shadowy figures, one holding something that might have been a rifle. She couldnt be sure. Unlike Jasken, she had only her own eyes to see with.

She brought her head back in again, quickly but smoothly, scared that she might be seen, and tried to breathe deeply, evenly, silently. She twisted her neck this way and that, clenched and unclenched her fists, flexed her already aching legs. She was standing on a narrow wooden ledge at the bottom of the flat. It was slightly narrower than her shoes; she had to keep her feet splayed, toes pointing outwards in opposite directions, to stop herself from falling. Beneath, unseen in the darkness, the wide rear stage of the opera house was twenty metres further down. If she fell, there were probably other cross-gantries or scenery towers in the way for her to hit on the way down.

Above her, unseen in the gloom, was the rest of the fly tower and the gigantic carousel that sat over the rear of the opera houses stage and stored all the multifarious sets its elaborate productions required. She started to edge very slowly along the ledge, away from where the two men stood on the wall gantry. Her left heel still hurt where shed dug out a tracer device, days earlier.

Sulbazghi? she heard Veppers say, voice low. He and Jasken had been talking quietly to each other; now they were probably using a radio or something similar. She didnt hear any answer from Dr. Sulbazghi; probably Jasken was wearing an earpiece. Maybe Veppers too, though he rarely carried a phone or any other comms gear.

Veppers, Jasken and Dr. S. She wondered how many were chasing her as well as these three. Veppers had guards to command, a whole retinue of servants, aides, helpers and other employees who might be pressed into service to help in a pursuit like this. The opera houses own security would help too, if called on; the place belonged to Veppers, after all. And no doubt Veppers good friend, the city Chief of Police would lend any forces requested of him, in the highly unlikely event Veppers couldnt muster enough of his own. She kept on sliding her way along the ledge.

On the north side wall, she heard Veppers say after a few moments. Gazing up at varied bucolic backdrops and scenic scenes. No sign of our little illustrated girl. He sighed. Theatrically, she thought, which was at least appropriate. Lededje? he called out suddenly.

She was startled to hear her own name; she trembled and felt the painted flat at her back wobble. Her left hand flew to one of the two knives shed stolen, the double sheath looped onto the belt of the workmans trousers she was wearing. She started to tip forward, felt herself about to fall; she brought her hand back, steadied herself again.

Lededje? His voice, her name, echoed inside the great dark depths of the fly carousel. She shuffled further along the narrow ledge. Was it starting to bend? She thought she felt it flexing beneath her feet.

Lededje? Veppers called again. Come on now, this is becoming boring. I have a terribly important reception to attend in a couple of hours and you know how long it takes to get me properly dressed and ready. Youll have Astil fretting. You wouldnt want that now, would you?

She indulged a sneer. She didnt give a damn what Astil, Veppers pompous butler, thought or felt.

Youve had your few days of freedom but thats over now, accept it, Veppers deep voice said, echoing. Come out like a good girl and I promise you wont be hurt. Not much anyway. A slap, perhaps. A minor addition to your bodymark, just possibly. Small; a detail, obviously. And exquisitely done, of course. Id have it no other way. She thought she could hear him smiling as he spoke. But no more. I swear. Seriously, dear child. Come out now while I can still persuade myself this is merely charming high spirits and attractive rebelliousness rather than gross treachery and outright insult.

Fuck you, Lededje said, very, very quietly. She took another couple of shuffling, sliding steps along the thin wooden band at the foot of the flat. She heard what might have been a creak beneath her. She swallowed and kept on going.

Lededje, come on! Veppers voice boomed out. Im trying terribly hard to be reasonable here! I am being reasonable, arent I, Jasken? She heard Jasken mutter something, then Veppers voice pealed out again: Yes, indeed. There you are; even Jasken thinks Im being reasonable, and hes been making so many excuses for you hes practically on your side. What more can you ask for? So, now its your turn. This is your last chance. Show yourself, young lady. Im becoming impatient. This is no longer funny. Do you hear me?

Oh, very clearly, she thought. How he liked the sound of his own voice. Joiler Veppers had never been one to fight shy of letting the world know exactly what he thought about anything, and, thanks to his wealth, influence and extensive media interests, the world indeed the system, the entire Enablement had never really had much choice but to listen.

I am serious, Lededje. This is not a game. This stops now, by your choice if youve any sense, or I make it stop. And trust me, scribble-child, you do not want me to make it stop.

Another sliding step, another creak from beneath her feet. Well, at least his voice might cover any noise she might be making.

Five beats, Lededje, he called. Then we do it the hard way. Her feet slid slowly along the thin strip of wood. All right, Veppers said. She could hear the anger in his voice, and despite her hate, her utter contempt for him, something about that tone still had the effect of sending a chill of fear through her. Suddenly there was a noise like a slap, and for an instant she thought hed struck Jasken across the face, then realised it was just a handclap. One! he shouted. A pause, then another clap. Two!

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