Spearpoint, the last human city, is an atmosphere-piercing spire of vast size. Clinging to its skin are the zones, a series of semi-autonomous city-states, each of which enjoys a different - and rigidly enforced - level of technology. Horsetown is pre-industrial; in Neon Heights they have television and electric trains ...
Following an infiltration mission that went tragically wrong, Quillon has been living incognito, working as a pathologist in the district morgue. But when a near-dead angel drops onto his dissecting table, Quillon's world is wrenched apart one more time, for the angel is a winged posthuman from Spearpoint's Celestial Levels - and with the dying body comes bad news.
If Quillon is to save his life, he must leave his home and journey into the cold and hostile lands beyond Spearpoint's base, starting an exile that will take him further than he could ever imagine. But there is far more at stake than just Quillon's own survival, for the limiting technologies of the zones are determined not by governments or police, but by the very nature of reality - and reality itself is showing worrying signs of instability ...
Where is the sequel!!
Liked this, not his normal subject matter or style, but liked it non the less. Ultimately it left me frustrated though, the large number of significant loose ends meaning the culmination was less than climatic. Will be waiting to see when (if) the loose ends are tied neatly up!
Reynolds at his best
Something odd has happened to space time in this wonderful tale from one of my favourite authors, Alastair Reynolds.
Good but not his best
The concept is great. The book started well but rather lost its way in the the middle. Reynolds' brilliance only came out in the last third, which is worth getting to.