WORLD OF FIRE
First published 2014 by Solaris
an imprint of Rebellion Publishing Ltd,
Riverside House, Osney Mead,
Oxford, OX2 0ES, UK
www.solarisbooks.com
ISBN: 978-1-84997-766-1
Copyright © James Lovegrove 2014
Cover Art by Jake Murray
The right of the author to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 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 he copyright owners.
This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.
Also by James Lovegrove
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OVELS
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Days
The Foreigners
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Untied Kingdom
Worldstorm
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Provender Gleed
Co-writing with Peter Crowther
Escardy Gap
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ANTHEON
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The Age Of Ra
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The Age Of Zeus
The Age Of Odin
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Age Of Aztec
Age of Voodoo
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Age of Godpunk
Age of Shiva
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Redlaw
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Redlaw: Red Eye
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OVELLAS
How The Other Half Lives
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Gig
Age Of Anansi
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Age of Satan
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Age of Gaia
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HERLOCK
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OLMES
The Stuff of Nightmares
C
OLLECTIONS OF
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HORT
F
ICTION
Imagined Slights
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Diversifications
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The Web: Computopia
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Warsuit 1.0
The Black Phone
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Wings
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The House of Lazarus
Ant God
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Cold Keep
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Dead Brigade
Kill Swap
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Free Runner
The
5 Lords Of Pain
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The Lord Of The Mountain
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The Lord Of The Void
The Lord Of Tears
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The Lord Of The Typhoon
The Lord Of Fire
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RITING AS
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The
Clouded World
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The Fledging Of Az Gabrielson
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Pirates Of The Relentless Desert
Darkening For A Fall
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Empire Of Chaos
In the century after it cast off all religion, humankind flourished and prospered, spreading out beyond Earth, beyond the solar system, to colonise far-flung planets.
This expansion, the Diaspora, continued until it reached the territory of the race of artificial intelligence zealots known as Polis+.
There followed a gruelling, decade-long war that ended eventually in an uneasy truce.
In the years since, along the notional Border Wall between the two empires, a body of men and women – the officers of Interstellar Security Solutions and similar companies – have stood guard against enemy sabotage, sedition and subversion.
One of these agents is Dev Harmer...
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“Mr Harmer?”
A new voice. Loud. Clear. Not a ghost from his past, not part of his life flashing before him. Real.
“Mr Harmer? You’re fully installed in the host form. Ultraspace download via commplant is one hundred per cent complete. All readings nominal. Feel free to open your eyes.”
Dev opened his eyes.
There was the familiar nausea, like a hangover. A tightness in the head, as though he had been squeezed into something he didn’t fit – a foot crammed into a shoe a size too small. He felt a swirling in his belly, travel sickness of the mind.
“Please speak to me, Mr Harmer, so that I know the insertion was a success.”
“Shit.”
“Thank you. How are you feeling?”
“Shit.”
“Do you know what your situation is? Are you aware?”
“Shit.”