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The year is 2085, two decades after the great economic collapse that destroyed Western civilization. With its power broken and its cities ruined, life in the West continues in scattered communities. In rural Dorset Jake Reed lives with his 14-year-old son and memories of the great collapse. Back in 43, Jake was a rich, young futures broker, immersed in the datascape of the worlds financial markets. He saw what was coming - and who was behind it. Forewarned, he was one of the few to escape the fall. For 22 years he has lived in fear of the future, and finally it is coming - quite literally - across the plain towards him. Chinese airships are in the skies and a strange, glacial structure has begun to dominate the horizon. Jake finds himself forcibly incorporated into the ever-expanding World of Levels a global city of some 34 billion souls, where social status is reflected by how far above the ground you live. Here, under the rule of the mighty Tsao Chun, a resurgent China is seeking to abolish the past and bring about world peace through rigidly enforced order. But a civil war looms, and Jake will find himself at the heart of the struggle for the future.

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SON OF HEAVEN

Son of Heaven Daylight on Iron Mountain The Middle Kingdom - photo 1

Son of Heaven

Daylight on Iron Mountain

The Middle Kingdom

Ice and Fire

The Art of War

An Inch of Ashes

The Broken Wheel

The White Mountain

Monsters of the Deep

The Stone Within

Upon a Wheel of Fire

Beneath the Tree of Heaven

Song of the Bronze Statue

White Moon, Red Dragon

China on the Rhine

Days of Bitter Strength

The Father of Lies

Blood and Iron

King of Infinite Space

The Marriage of the Living Dark

SON OF HEAVEN

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DAVID WINGROVE

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First published in hardback and trade paperback in Great Britain in 2011 by Corvus, an imprint of Atlantic Books.

Copyright David Wingrove, 2011

The moral right of David Wingrove to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act of 1988.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.

This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the authors imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities, is entirely coincidental.

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A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library.

Hardback ISBN: 978 1 84887 524 1
Trade paperback ISBN: 978 1 84887 525 8
eBook ISBN: 978 0 85789 169 3

Printed in Great Britain

Corvus
An imprint of Atlantic Books Ltd
Ormond House
2627 Boswell Street
London
WC1N 3JZ

www.corvus-books.co.uk

For Susan. Always for Susan.

PART ONE

The Last Year of the Old World

AUTUMN 2065

Oh, for a great mansion of ten thousand rooms

Where all the poor on earth could find welcome shelter

Steady through every storm, secure as a mountain!

Ah, were such a building to spring up before me,

I would freeze to death in my wrecked hut well content.

Tu Fu, My Thatched Hut is Wrecked by

the Autumn Wind, 8th Century AD

Chapter 1 LUCKY MAN A thin layer of mist wreathed the meadows all the way - photo 4

Chapter 1

LUCKY MAN

A thin layer of mist wreathed the meadows all the way down to the reeds that traced the meandering path of the river. In the early morning light, the few trees that jutted from that paleness seemed iron black, leafless now that the season had changed. This had all been heath until a few years back, from Corfe to the South Deep. Now the sea had encroached upon those ancient fields, covering stretches of the lowlands to a depth of several feet.

Jake stood there on a ridge of higher ground, surveying the scene, his shotgun tucked beneath his arm. He was dressed for the season in a thick sheepskin coat and warm britches, a hunters cap and black waders. Close by stood his son, Peter, fourteen and the image of his father, down to the gun beneath his arm. Beside him was Boy, their eight-year-old border collie, his coat sleek and black, his sharp eyes and ears taking in every movement.

A cuckoo called; possibly the last of the year. For a moment after there was silence, then a slushing noise and the sound of beating wings, a heavy sound in the early morning air. As they watched, the bird flew up. Jakes eyes followed its path, then settled on the ruins of the old cottage.

Until six years back this had been a busy, bustling place. Jed Cooper and his family had lived here. A cheerful man, Jed had shared the cottage with his equally cheerful wife, Judy, and their twin boys, Charlie and John, who had been Peters age. Only then the sickness had come and theyd been swept away, along with scores of others in the surrounding villages. Last year the roof had fallen in and now the walls were crumbling, nature reclaiming the building, its damp brickwork sinking back into the earth.

Jake looked down and sighed. At his back, a mile to the west, the land climbed steeply to a ridge. There, its ruined keep outlined against the sky, was the castle. Almost a thousand years it had stood. When the Normans came, theyd built it to subdue the locals and place their mark upon the land. Later, in the years of the Civil War, it had been partially demolished, yet still it dominated the skyline, its ruined towers like slabs of living history.

Boy tensed. Peter looked down at him and smiled.

Seek em, Boy! Go chase em out!

The dog was off at once, a streak of darkness cutting through the mist. Jake raised his gun. Beside him, Peter did the same, the two of them waiting patiently as Boy turned the game towards them.

Two gunshots echoed across the meadows, barely a pause between them. Boy slowed then barked, settling beside one of the fallen rabbits.

Good lad, Jake said, looking to his son and smiling.

They walked across, Peter going straight to Boy; kneeling down to ruffle his neck and hug him close, telling him again and again what a good boy hed been.

Jake stooped, once, then a second time, to lift the dead rabbits and slip them into the big leather satchel at his side. He straightened up. The gunshots would have frightened off any other game, but they had plenty of time. The fields beyond the river were pocked with rabbit holes.

Dad?

Yes, lad?

Dyou think itll ever come back?

Jake thought about it a moment. I dunno Its just if it were coming back, then I guess it would have by now. Only

Only?

Jake looked down at the dog. Boy enjoyed being petted. His eyes looked back at Peter adoringly, his tail wagging eagerly.

Only nothing. But he didnt say that. It was gone, that old world. Never to return. And good riddance. Only Peter, who had never known it, was fascinated.

Well? Peter insisted, getting back to his feet.

Jake laughed. Youd have hated it.

Why? I mean all that great stuff you had.

They had this conversation often, and as so often happened it led nowhere. The Past the great computer age was dead, and most of the great stuff with it. All that was left were the husks.

Come, Jake said, walking on, not letting his mood be affected by such talk. Whats gone is gone, lad. Its no good grieving over it.

But Dad

A look, a raised eyebrow, and Peter fell silent.

Come, Boy, he said, standing, shouldering his gun.

They paused at the ruins, baring their heads, paying their respects, then walked on. Cooper and his family were buried in the churchyard. Long buried now, along with the rest of those who had died that winter. Six years it had been. Only it didnt seem that long. To Jake it seemed like yesterday.

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