内容简介

In the ashes of a dying world, Red finds a letter marked “Burn before reading. Signed, Blue.”

So begins an unlikely correspondence between two rival agents in a war that stretches through the vast reaches of time and space.

Red belongs to the Agency, a post-singularity technotopia. Blue belongs to Garden, a single vast consciousness embedded in all organic matter. Their pasts are bloody and their futures mutually exclusive. They have nothing in common—save that they’re the best, and they’re alone.

Now what began as a battlefield boast grows into a dangerous game, one both Red and Blue are determined to win. Because winning’s what you do in war. Isn’t it?

A tour de force collaboration from two powerhouse writers that spans the whole of time and space.

作者简介

Amal El-Mohtar

Amal El-Mohtar is an award-winning author, editor, and critic. Her short story “Seasons of Glass and Iron” won the Hugo, Nebula, and Locus awards and was a finalist for the World Fantasy, Sturgeon, Aurora, and Eugie Foster awards. She is the author of The Honey Month, a collection of poetry and prose written to the taste of twenty-eight different kinds of honey, ...

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精彩摘录

We'regrown,Ithinkyouknow-seedsplanted,rootscombingthroughtime,untilGardenrepotsusindifferentsoil.OurseedingpointsaresothoroughlyembeddedthatwhatImentionedbeforeaboutapproachisinconceivable:Gardengoestosee,blowsusaway,andweburrowintothebraidednessoftimeandmeshwithit.Thereisnoscouringhedgetopassthrough;wearethehedge,entirely,rosebudswiththorsforpetals.TheonlywaytoaccessusistoenterGardensofardownthreadthatmostofourownagentscan'tmanageit,findtheumbilicaltaprootthatlinksustoGarden,andthennavigateitupthreadlikesalmoninastream.

——引自第120页

Whendidithappen?Orhasitalwayshappened?Likeyourvictory,lovespreadsbackthroughtime.Itclaimsourearliestassociation,ourbattlesandlosses.Assassinationsbecomeassignments.Therewas,Iamsure,atimeIdidnotknowyou.OrdidIdreamthatme,asI'vesooftendreamedofyou?Havewealwaysfulfilledoneanotherinthechase?IrememberhuntingyouthroughSmarkand,thrillingtothinkImighttouchthelooseningstrandsofyourhair.Iwanttobeabodyforyou.

——引自第129页