River of Blue Fire (Otherland Series #2)

River of Blue Fire (Otherland Series #2)

by Tad Williams
River of Blue Fire (Otherland Series #2)

River of Blue Fire (Otherland Series #2)

by Tad Williams

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Overview

Second book in New York Times-bestselling author Tad Williams's cyberpunk fantasy series • “Tad Williams is the brightest and best of the fantasists.” ―Neil Gaiman, author of American Gods 

Otherland. In many ways it is humankind's most stunning achievement: a private, multidimensional universe built over two generations by the greatest minds of the twenty-first century. But this most exclusive of places is also one of the world's best kept secrets, created and controlled by an organization made up of the world's most powerful and ruthless individuals, a private cartel known—to those who know of their existence at all—as The Grail Brotherhood.

Though their purpose in creating Otherland is still a mystery, it may not remain so for long. For they have exacted a terrible price from humanity in the process, and even their highly organized global conspiracy cannot hide the nature of their crimes forever.

And now a small band of adventurers has penetrated the veil of secrecy that prevents the uninitiated from entering Otherland. But having broken into the amazing worlds within worlds that make up this universe, they are trapped, unable to escape back to their own flesh-and-blood bodies in the real world.

And as dangers and circumstances split their party into small, widely scattered groups, their only hope of reuniting lies in returning again and again to the River that flows—in one form or another—through all the worlds.

But the odds seem to be completely against them as they—and the one outsider with whom they might join forces—become hopelessly lost in realms where an Ice Age tribe's fears can only be quenched in blood...where insects are as large and deadly as dinosaurs...where they are caught in the war between a man made of straw and one made of tin...where cartoon ads take on a life of their own...where humans strive to survive in the aftermath of an alien invasion...and where one among their party is actually The Grail Brotherhood's most terrifying weapon—a sociopathic killer who has never failed and whose current mission is to make certain that not even one member of this little invasion force lives long enough to reveal the truth about Otherland to the people of Earth...


Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780886778446
Publisher: Astra Publishing House
Publication date: 09/01/1999
Series: Otherland Series , #2
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 704
Sales rank: 539,884
Product dimensions: 4.15(w) x 6.71(h) x 1.50(d)
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

About The Author
Tad Williams has held more jobs than any sane person should admit to—singing in a band, selling shoes, managing a financial institution, throwing newspapers, and designing military manuals, to name just a few. He also hosted a syndicated radio show for ten years, worked in theater and television production, taught both grade-school and college classes, and worked in multimedia for a major computer firm. He is cofounder of an interactive television company, and is currently writing comic books and film and television scripts as well. Tad and his family live in London and the San Francisco Bay Area. You can find Tad Williams at tadwilliams.com.

Read an Excerpt

First:

 

THE

SECRET RIVER

 

. . . For here, millions of mixed shades and shadows,

drowned dreams, somnambulisms, reveries; all that

we call lives and souls, lie dreaming, dreaming, still-tossing like slumberers in their beds; the ever-rolling

waves but made so by their restlessness.

 

-Herman Melville, Moby Dick

 

CHAPTER 1

 

Deep Waters

 

NETFEED/NEWS: Schoolkids Need Waiver To Avoid Helmet

 

(visual: children trying on helmets)

 

VO: Children in Pine Station, a suburban town in Arkansas, must either wear a safety helmet during their entire school day or their parents must sign a waiver saying they will not sue for damages should their child be injured.

 

(visual: Edlington Gwa Choi, Pine Station School Dist. Superintendent)

 

GWA CHOI: "It's quite simple. We can't afford the coverage any more. They make nice, comfortable helmets now-the kids will hardly even notice they've got them on. We've done tests. And if they don't want them, that's okay too, as long as their folks take responsibility. . . ."

 

A beetle the size of a panel truck was bumping slowly along the shoreline, the baboon beside her was singing, and Renie was dying for a cigarette.

 

"And we go down,"

 

 

!Xabbu chanted in an almost tuneless voice,

 

"Down to the water.

 

Ah!

 

Where the fish are hiding,

 

Hiding and laughing . . ."

 

"What's that?" Renie watched the beetle hunch across the uneven stones of the beach with the mindless forward drive of one of those drone robots working to tame the surfaces of Mars and the moon. "That song you're singing."

 

"My uncle used to sing it. It helped him be patient while waiting for fish to pass over the rock dam so we could catch them." !Xabbu scratched at his baboon pelt in a fastidious manner far more human than simian.

 

"Ah." Renie frowned. She was having trouble concentrating, and for once even !Xabbu's stories about his childhood in the Okavango Delta did not interest her.

 

If someone had told her that she would be transported to what was for all purposes a magical land, where history could be rewritten at a whim, or people could suddenly be shrunk to the size of poppy seeds, but that at least for this moment, her most pressing concern would have been the absence of cigarettes, she would have thought them mad. But it had been two harrowing days since she had smoked her last, and the momentary leisure of floating in midstream on a huge leaf that had once been a boat had finally given her a chance to notice what she was missing.

 

She pushed away from the leaf's curling edge. Better to do something, anything, than stand around obsessing like a chargehead with a fused 'can. And it was not as though everything was under control, she reflected. In fact, from the moment they had reached Atasco's virtual golden city, things had gone pretty damn poorly.

 

Across the expanse of water, the beetle had clambered up from the beach and was disappearing into a sea of grass stems, each as tall as the palm trees back home. She walked carefully toward the center of the leaf, leaving !Xabbu to sing his quiet fish-catching song and watch the now empty beach.

 

Sweet William's stage-vampire silhouette stood at the leaf's farthest edge, watching the opposite and more distant shoreline, but the others sat in the center with their backs against the huge center vein, a makeshift shelter of skin torn from the leaf's outer edge draped over their heads to protect them from the strong sun.

 

"How is he?" Renie asked Fredericks. The young man in quasi-medieval garb was still nursing his sick friend Orlando. Even limp in slumber, Orlando's muscular sim body was a poor indicator of the frail child who animated it.

 

"He's breathing better, I think." Fredericks said it with real emphasis, enough so that Renie instantly doubted him. She looked down at the curled figure, then squatted so she could touch his forehead. "That doesn't really work," Fredericks added, almost apologetically. "I mean, some things show up on these sims, some don't. Body temperatures don't seem to change much."

 

"I know. It's just . . . reflex, I guess." Renie sat back on her heels. "I'm sorry, but he doesn't look good at all." She had only so much strength, and she could not support any more hopeful untruths, even though the things Fredericks had told her about the real Orlando Gardiner tore at her heart. She made herself turn away. "And how are you, Martine. Any better?"

 

The French researcher, who wore the dark-skinned, dark-haired sim of a Temilœni peasant woman, mustered a very faint smile. "It is . . . it is easier to think, perhaps. A little. The pain of all this new input is not quite so bad for me now. But . . ." She shook her head. "I have been blind in the world for a long time, Renie. I am not used to being blind here."

 

"What you mean, 'here'?" The warrior-robot sim belonged to a Goggleboy-type who called himself "T4b." Renie thought he was younger than he let on, maybe even as young as Orlando and Fredericks, and his sullen tone now only deepened her suspicions. "Thought nobody come here before. What's all that fen back at the last place if you been here?"

 

"I don't think that is what she meant . . ." began Quan Li.

 

"No, I have not been here," Martine said. "But online-plugged in. That has always been my world. But the . . . noise since I have come here, the overwhelming information . . . it makes it hard for me to hear or even think the way I am used to." She rubbed at her temples with slow, clumsy movements. "It is like fire in my head. Like insects."

 

"We don't need any more insects, God knows." Renie looked up as a distant but still unbelievably large dragonfly skimmed the shoreline and started out across the river, loud as an ancient propeller plane. "Is there anything we can do, Martine?"

 

"No. Perhaps I will learn to . . . to live better with it when some time has passed."

 

"So what are we going to do?" Renie said at last. "We can't just drift with the current, literally or figuratively. We have no idea what we're looking for, where we're going, or if we're even heading in the right direction. Does anyone have any ideas?" She looked briefly at Florimel, who like Martine and Quan Li wore a Temilœni sim, and wondered when this woman would make her feelings known; but Florimel remained unsettlingly silent, as she had been most of the time since their shared escape had begun. "If we just wait . . . well, Sellars said there would be people coming after us." Renie looked around at the odd assortment of sims. "And we certainly are hard to miss."

 

"What do you suggest, dearie?" Sweet William was picking his way across the irregular surface of the leaf toward them, feathers bobbing; Renie wondered whether he wasn't finding all that simulated black leather a bit uncomfortable in this tropical warmth. "Don't get me wrong, all this can-do attitude is most inspiring-you must have been a Girl Guide. Should we build an outboard motor out of our fingernail clippings or something?"

 

She smiled sourly. "That would be better than bobbing along waiting for someone to come and catch us. But I was hoping someone might come up with something a little more practical."

 

"I suppose you're right." William levered himself down beside her, his sharp knee poking her leg. Renie thought he had changed a little since they had fled Atasco's palace, that his arrogance had softened. Even his strong northern English accent seemed a little less pronounced, as though it were as much an affectation as his death-clown sim. "So what do we do, then?" he asked. "We can't paddle. I suppose we could swim to shore-that would give you all a laugh, watching me swim-but then what? I don't think much of having to dodge yon overgrown buggy-wuggies."

 

"Are they big, or are we small?" asked Fredericks. "I mean, they could just be monster bugs, you know, like in that Radiation Weekend simworld."

 

Renie narrowed her eyes, watching the shoreline. A few flying shapes, smaller than the dragonflies, were hovering erratically at the water's edge. "Well, the trees are miles high, the grains of sand on the beach are as big as your head, and we're riding in a leaf that used to be a boat. What do you think? My guess would be 'We small.'"

 

Fredericks gave her a quick, hurt look, then returned his attention to his sleeping friend. Sweet William, too, glanced at Renie with something like surprise. "You've got a bit of a bite, don't you, love?" he said, impressed.

 

Renie felt shamed, but only slightly. These people were acting like this was some kind of adventure game, like everything was bound to turn out all right, that at the very worst they might earn a low score. "This isn't going to just end with a polite 'Game Over,' you know," she said, continuing the thought out loud. "I felt and saw a man die trying to break into this network. And whether what happened to the Atascos took place online or off, they're just as dead." She heard her voice rising and struggled to control herself. "This is not a game. My brother is dying-maybe dead. I'm sure you all have your own worries, too, so let's get on with it."

 

There was a moment's silence. T4b, the spike-studded robot warrior, ended it. "We ears, wo'. You talk."

 

Renie hesitated, the weight of their problems suddenly too much to bear. She didn't know these people, didn't have answers for them-didn't even truly understand what questions to ask. And she was also tired of pushing these strangers forward. They were an odd group, showing little of the initiative that Sellars had ascribed to them, and of the few people she trusted in the world only !Xabbu was truly here, since Martine was strangely transformed, no longer the quiet, ultra-competent presence she had been.

 

"Look," Renie said, "I agree we don't want to land if we can help it. Even the insects are as big as dinosaurs, and insects may not be the only animals out there. We haven't seen any birds yet, but that doesn't mean there aren't any, and we would make about a single bite for a seagull."

 

"So what can we do besides drift?" asked Quan Li.

 

"Well, I'm not saying we can make an outboard motor, but I'm not ready to give up on paddling, or maybe even making some kind of sail. What if we pulled up more of this skin from the leaf," she indicated the tattered awning over their heads, "and used that?"

 

"You cannot have a sail without a mast," said Florimel heavily. "Anyone knows that."

 

Renie raised an eyebrow: The silent woman apparently did know how to talk, after all. "Is that really true? Couldn't we make something that would at least catch some wind? What are those things they use on shuttle rockets-drag chutes? Why couldn't we make a reverse drag chute and use some of the thinner veins to tie it down?"

 

"I think Renie's ideas are very good," said Quan Li.

 

"Oh, she's a regular Bobby Wells, all right," Sweet William said. "But how long is it going to take us? We'll probably starve to death first."

 

"We don't have to eat, do we?" Renie looked around; the sim faces were suddenly serious. "I mean, don't you all-haven't you all arranged something? How could you go online for this long without some kind of feeding system in place?"

 

"I'm getting fed on an intravenous drip, probably." Fredericks suddenly sounded lost, miserable. "In that hospital."

 

A quick poll revealed that Sweet William's question had been largely rhetorical. All the party claimed they had some kind of resources that would allow them to be self-sufficient. Even William parted the curtain of his fabulous glamour long enough to reveal: "I'll probably be all right for a week or so, pals and chums, but then I'll have to hope someone looks in on me." But everyone was strangely reticent about their offline lives, rekindling Renie's frustration.

 

"Look, we're in a life-or-death situation," she said finally. "We all must have important reasons for being here. We have to trust each other."

 

"Don't take it personal," said William, grimacing. "I'm just not having any frigging Canterbury-let's-all-tell-our-Tales. Nobody has a right to my life. You want my tale, you have to earn it."

 

"What is it you want to know?" demanded Florimel. Her Temilœni sim displayed resentful anger quite convincingly. "We are all some kind of cripples here, Ms. Sulaweyo. You, him, me, all of us. Why else would that Sellars man choose us-and why do you think we are all prepared for a long period online? Who else would spend so much time on the net?"

 

"Speak for yourself," spat William. "I have a life, and it doesn't include a Save the World Fantasy Weekend. I just want to get out of here and go home."

 

"I wasn't prepared," said Fredericks mournfully. "That's why my folks have got me in a hospital. Orlando wasn't expecting this either. We kinda came here by surprise." He grew thoughtful. "I wonder where he is-I mean, his body?"

 

Renie closed her eyes, struggling to stay calm. She wished !Xabbu would come back from the leaf's edge, but he was still watching the shoreline slide by. "We have more important things to do than argue," she said at last. "Fredericks, you said you tried to go offline and it was very painful."

 

The young man nodded his head. "It was horrible. Just horrible. You can't believe how bad it was." He shuddered and crossed his arms in front of his chest, hugging himself.

 

"Could you communicate with anyone, Fredericks? Did you talk to your parents?"

 

"Call me Sam, would you?"

 

"Sam. Could you talk?"

 

He thought about it. "I don't think so. I mean, I was screaming, but I couldn't really hear myself, now that I think about it. Not when I was . . . there. It hurt so bad! I don't think I could have said a word-you just don't know how bad it was. . . ."

 

"I do know," said Florimel, but there was little sympathy in her voice. "I went offline, too."

 

"Really? What happened?" Renie asked. "Did you find a way to do it yourself?"

 

"No. I was . . . removed, just as he was." She said it flatly. "It happened before I reached Temilœn. But he is right. The pain was indescribable. Even if there were a way to do it, I would kill myself before having that pain again."

Table of Contents

Synopsis
Foreword

First The Secret River
1: Deep Waters
2: Greasepaint
3: The Hive
4: In the Puppet Factory
5: The Marching Millions
6: Man From the Dead Lands
7: Grandfather's Visit
8: Eighting Monsters
9: The Hollow Man
10: Small Ghosts
11: Utensils
12: The Center of the Maze

Second Voices in the Dark
13: The Dreams of Numbers
14: Games in the Shadows
15: A Late Crismustreat
16: Shoppers and Sleepers
17: In the Works
18: The Veils of Illusion
19: A Day's Work
20: The Invisible River
21: In the Freezer

Third Goods and Geniuses
22: Inside Out
23: Beside Bob's Ocean
24: The Most Beautiful Street in the World
25: Red Land, Black Land
26: Waiting for the Dreamtime
27: The Beloved Porcupine
28: Darkness in the Wires

Fourth Bedlam's Song
29: Imaginary Gardens
30: Death and Venice
31: The Voice of the Lost
32: Feather of Truth
33: An Unfinished Land

Afterword
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