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Overview

Richard K. Morgan has received widespread praise for his astounding twenty-fifth-century novels featuring Takeshi Kovacs, and has established a growing legion of fans. Mixing classic noir sensibilities with a searing futuristic vision of an age when death is nearly meaningless, Morgan returns to his saga of betrayal, mystery, and revenge, as Takeshi Kovacs, in one fatal moment, joins forces with a mysterious woman who may have the power to shatter Harlan’s World forever.

Once a gang member, then a marine, then a galaxy-hopping Envoy trained to wreak slaughter and suppression across the stars, a bleeding, wounded Kovacs was chilling out in a New Hokkaido bar when some so-called holy men descended on a slim beauty with tangled, hyperwired hair. An act of quixotic chivalry later and Kovacs was in deep: mixed up with a woman with two names, many powers, and one explosive history.

In a world where the real and virtual are one and the same and the dead can come back to life, the damsel in distress may be none other than the infamous Quellcrist Falconer, the vaporized symbol of a freedom now gone from Harlan’s World. Kovacs can deal with the madness of AI. He can do his part in a battle against biomachines gone wild, search for a three-centuries-old missing weapons system, and live with a blood feud with the yakuza, and even with the betrayal of people he once trusted. But when his relationship with “the” Falconer brings him an enemy specially designed to destroy him, he knows it’s time to be afraid.

After all, the guy sent to kill him is himself: but younger, stronger, and straight out of hell.

Wild, provocative, and riveting, Woken Furies is a full-bore science fiction spectacular of the highest order–from one of the most original and spellbinding storytellers at work today.

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Former UN envoy -- his mission was "slaughter and suppression across the stars, for the greater good of a unified Protectorate" -- and current enforcer-for-hire Takeshi Kovacs is back in this third novel by Scottish author Richard K. Morgan (Altered Carbon and Broken Angels), a down-and-dirty, futuristic saga that blends cyberpunk à la William Gibson with the noir crime fiction sensibilities of James Ellroy and Raymond Chandler.

In a near future where humanity has colonized dozens of worlds and has the technical know-how to digitally record, store, and transmit human personalities, everyday life for the masses hasn't changed much in 600 years. Like the world of Philip K. Dick's 1968 classic Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, the setting of Woken Furies -- Kovacs's home planet, Harlan's World -- is powered by a thriving underworld of illicit drugs, weapons, and sex. Regaining consciousness after almost 200 years in storage, a highly irate Kovacs awakens in a new body (called sleeves) with a new mission. A magnet for ultra-violence and wanton destruction, Kovacs soon finds himself in league with a mysterious woman who just may house the spirit of a legendary revolutionary. But things get downright bizarre when he realizes that the man sent to kill him is a younger, stronger version of himself!

Fans of this award-winning "future noir" saga should make sure to relish every chapter of Woken Furies, because, according to Morgan, it is "probably the last" Takeshi Kovacs novel. Consider the author's sage advice: "Like any good single malt or a Scottish west coast sunset, savor it as it goes down." Paul Goat Allen
Publishers Weekly
In Morgan's powerful third cyberpunk noir SF novel to feature Takeshi Kovacs, whose consciousness is transferred from one ultra-combat-ready body to another in the service of various unscrupulous powers, the interstellar mercenary returns home to Harlan's World, thoroughly pissed and dangerous. Despite his justified cynicism, he finds himself trying to protect a young woman who may house the soul of a martyred revolutionary from centuries earlier. He also must fight a hired killer who's a younger version of himself. To succeed, he has to sift through his past to see which allies and memories he can trust. Morgan has become even more nervy since winning the Philip K. Dick Award for his confident first novel, Altered Carbon (2003). This book develops a baroque, appallingly complicated setting, full of opportunities for revelation and betrayal. Both violence and sex are troweled on thickly but appropriately; they have significant consequences for these people who are trying-in circumstances even more desperate than our own-to discover who they really are and who they might have a chance to become. Agent, Susan Howe at Orion (U.K.). 8-city author tour. (Oct.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
From The Critics
This is the third Morgan title (after Altered Carbon and Broken Angels) to feature Takeshi Kovacs, a homicidal mercenary with zero personality. In the 25th century, life on dystopic Harlan's World is cheap and people are ruthless. Those who can afford it use cortical "stacks" to store their conscious essence; these are "sleeved" any number of times in superhuman bodies. Takeshi ploddingly, bloodily untangles a mystery involving a fellow mercenary who might well be a resleeved version of Quellcrist Falconer, a nearly mythological embodiment of freedom. The plot stumbles toward planetwide revolution by way of a yakuza blood feud and religious zealotry; Takeshi battles sentient military hardware and a cloned sleeve of himself. Though the book brims with cyberpunk atmosphere, the characters are automatons. Where Harrison Ford's roguishness personalized Blade Runner's protagonist, Takeshi's amorality and aimlessness merely homogenize the good and bad guys. Though skilled, narrator William Dufris sports a tough-guy accent that simply doesn't work; the jarring vocal effects and uneven loudness levels further detract. A rewarding read makes a dismal listen; for fans only. Douglas C. Lord, Connecticut State Lib., Hartford Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345499776
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 5/29/2007
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 480
  • Sales rank: 268,951
  • Series: Takeshi Kovacs Series
  • Product dimensions: 6.05 (w) x 9.20 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Richard K. Morgan is the acclaimed author of Market Forces, Broken Angels, and Altered Carbon, a New York Times Notable Book that also won the Philip K. Dick Award. Morgan sold the movie rights for Altered Carbon to Joel Silver and Warner Bros. His third book, Market Forces, has also been sold to Warner Bros. He lives in Scotland.

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Woken Furies


By Richard K. Morgan

Random House

Richard K. Morgan
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ISBN: 0345486129


Chapter One

Damage. The wound stung like fuck, but it wasn't as bad as some I'd had. The blaster bolt came in blind across my ribs, already weakened by the door plating it had to chew through to get to me. Priests, up against the slammed door and looking for a quick gut shot. Fucking amateur night. They'd probably caught almost as much pain themselves from the point-blank blowback off the plating. Behind the door, I was already twisting aside. What was left of the charge plowed a long, shallow gash across my rib cage and went out, smoldering in the folds of my coat. Sudden ice down that side of my body and the abrupt stench of fried skin-sensor components. That curious bone-splinter fizzing that's almost a taste, where the bolt had ripped through the biolube casing on the floating ribs.

Eighteen minutes later, by the softly glowing display chipped into my upper left field of vision, the same fizzing was still with me as I hurried down the lamplit street, trying to ignore the wound. Stealthy seep of fluids beneath my coat. Not much blood. Sleeving synthetic has its advantages.

"Looking for a good time, sam?"

"Already had one," I told him, veering away from the doorway. He blinked wave-tattooed eyelids in a dismissive flutter that said your loss and leaned his tightly muscled frame languidly back into the gloom. I crossed the street and took the corner, tacking between a couple more whores, one a woman, the other of indeterminate gender. The woman was an augment, forked dragon tongue flickering out around her overly prehensile lips, maybe tasting my wound on the night air. Her eyes danced a similar passage over me, then slid away. On the other side, the cross-gender pro shifted its stance slightly and gave me a quizzical look but said nothing. Neither was interested. The streets were rain-slick and deserted, and they'd had longer to see me coming than the doorway operator. I'd cleaned up since leaving the citadel, but something about me must have telegraphed the lack of business opportunity.

At my back, I heard them talking about me in Stripjap. I heard the word for broke.

They could afford to be choosy. In the wake of the Mecsek Initiative, business was booming. Tekitomura was packed that winter, thronging with salvage brokers and the deCom crews that drew them the way a trawler wake draws ripwings. Making New Hok Safe for a New Century, the ads went. From the newly built hoverloader dock down at the Kompcho end of town it was less than a thousand kilometers, straight-line distance, to the shores of New Hokkaido, and the 'loaders were running day and night. Outside of an airdrop, there is no faster way to get across the Andrassy Sea. And on Harlan's World, you don't go up in the air if you can possibly avoid it. Any crew toting heavy equipment--and they all were--was going to New Hok on a hoverloader out of Tekitomura. Those that lived would be coming back the same way.

Boomtown. Bright new hope and brawling enthusiasm as the Mecsek money poured in. I limped down thoroughfares littered with the detritus of spent human merriment. In my pocket, the freshly excised cortical stacks clicked together like dice.

There was a fight going on at the intersection of Pencheva Street and Muko Prospect. The pipe houses on Muko had just turned out and their synapse-fried patrons had met late-shift dockworkers coming up through the decayed quiet of the warehouse quarter. More than enough reason for violence. Now a dozen badly coordinated figures stumbled back and forth in the street, flailing and clawing inexpertly at each other while a gathered crowd shouted encouragement. One body already lay inert on the fused-glass paving, and someone else was dragging their body, a limb's length at a time, out of the fray, bleeding. Blue sparks shorted off a set of overcharged power knuckles; elsewhere light glimmered on a blade. But everyone still standing seemed to be having a good time, and there were no police as yet.

Yeah, part of me jeered. Probably all too busy up the hill right now.

I skirted the action as best I could, shielding my injured side. Beneath the coat, my hands closed on the smooth curve of the last hallucinogen grenade and the slightly sticky hilt of the Tebbit knife.

Never get into a fight if you can kill quickly and be gone.

Virginia Vidaura--Envoy Corps trainer, later career criminal and sometime political activist. Something of a role model for me, though it was several decades since I'd last seen her. On a dozen different worlds, she crept into my mind unbidden, and I owed that ghost in my head my own life a dozen times over. This time I didn't need her or the knife. I got past the fight without eye contact, made the corner of Pencheva, and melted into the shadows that lay across the alley mouths on the seaward side of the street. The timechip in my eye said I was late.

Pick it up, Kovacs. According to my contact in Millsport, Plex wasn't all that reliable at the best of times, and I hadn't paid him enough to wait long.

Five hundred meters down and then left into the tight fractal whorls of Belacotton Kohei Section, named centuries ago for the habitual content and the original owner-operator family whose warehouse frontages walled the curving maze of alleys. With the Unsettlement and the subsequent loss of New Hokkaido as any kind of market, the local belaweed trade pretty much collapsed and families like Kohei went rapidly bankrupt. Now the grime-filmed upper-level windows of their facades peered sadly across at each other over gape-mouthed loading bay entrances whose shutters were all jammed somewhere uncommitted between open and closed.

There was talk of regeneration, of course, of reopening units like these and retooling them as deCom labs, training centers, and hardware storage facilities. Mostly, it was still just talk--the enthusiasm had kindled on the wharf-line units facing the hoverloader ramps farther west, but so far it hadn't spread farther in any direction than you could trust a wirehead with your phone. This far off the wharf and this far east, the chitter of Mecsek finance was still pretty inaudible.

The joys of trickledown.

Belacotton Kohei Nine Point Twenty-six showed a faint glow in one upper window, and the long restless tongues of shadows in the light that seeped from under the half-cranked loading bay shutter gave the building the look of a one-eyed, drooling maniac. I slid to the wall and dialed up the synthetic sleeve's auditory circuits for what they were worth, which wasn't much. Voices leaked out into the street, fitful as the shadows at my feet.

"--telling you, I'm not going to hang around for that."

It was a Millsport accent, the drawling metropolitan twang of Harlan's World Amanglic dragged up to an irritated jag. Plex's voice, muttering below sense-making range, made soft provincial counterpoint. He seemed to be asking a question.

"How the fuck would I know that? Believe what you want." Plex's companion was moving about, handling things. His voice faded back in the echoes of the loading bay. I caught the words kaikyo, matter, a chopped laugh. Then again, coming closer to the shutter, "--matters is what the family believes, and they'll believe what the technology tells them. Technology leaves a trail, my friend." A sharp coughing and indrawn breath that sounded like recreational chemicals going down. "This guy is fucking late."

I frowned. Kaikyo has a lot of meanings, but they all depend on how old you are. Geographically, it's a strait or a channel. That's early-Settlement-years use, or just hypereducated, kanji-scribbling, First Families pretension. This guy didn't sound First Family, but there was no reason he couldn't have been around back when Konrad Harlan and his well-connected pals were turning Glimmer VI into their own personal backyard. Plenty of DH personalities still on stack from that far back, just waiting to be downloaded into a working sleeve. Come to that, you wouldn't need to resleeve more than half a dozen times, end-to-end, to live through the whole of Harlan's World's human history anyway. It's still not much over four centuries, Earth-standard, since the colony barges made planetfall.

Envoy intuition twisted about in my head. It felt wrong. I'd met men and women with centuries of continuous life behind them, and they didn't talk like this guy. This wasn't the wisdom of ages, drawling out into the Tekitomura night over pipe fumes.

On the street, scavenged into the argot of Stripjap a couple of hundred years later, kaikyo means a contact who can shift stolen goods. A covert flow manager. In some parts of the Millsport Archipelago, it's still common usage. Elsewhere, the meaning is shifting to describe aboveboard financial consultants.

Yeah, and farther south it means a holy man possessed by spirits, or a sewage outlet. Enough of this detective shit. You heard the man--you're late.

I got the heel of one hand under the edge of the shutter and hauled upward, locking up the tidal rip of pain from my wound as well as the synthetic sleeve's nervous system would let me. The shutter ratcheted noisily to the roof. Light fell out into the street and all over me.

"Evening."

"Jesus!" The Millsport accent jerked back a full step. He'd been only a couple of meters away from the shutter when it went up.

"Tak."

"Hello, Plex." My eyes stayed on the newcomer. "Who's the tan?"

By then I already knew. Pale, tailored good looks straight out of some low-end experia flick, somewhere between Micky Nozawa and Ryu Bartok. Well-proportioned fighter's sleeve, bulk in the shoulders and chest, length in the limbs. Stacked hair, the way they're doing it on the bioware catwalks these days, that upward static-twisted thing that's meant to look like they just pulled the sleeve out of a clone tank. A suit bagged and draped to suggest hidden weaponry, a stance that said he had none he was ready to use. Combat arts crouch that was more bark than readiness to bite. He still had the discharged micropipe in one curled palm, and his pupils were spiked wide open. Concession to an ancient tradition put illuminum-tattooed curlicues across one corner of his forehead.

Millsport yakuza apprentice. Street thug.

"You don't call me tani," he hissed. "You are the outsider here, Kovacs. You are the intruder."

I left him at the periphery of my vision and looked toward Plex, who was over by the workbenches, fiddling with a knot of webbing straps and trying on a smile that didn't want to be on his dissipated aristo face.

"Look, Tak--"

"This was strictly a private party, Plex. I didn't ask you to subcontract the entertainment."

The yakuza twitched forward, barely restrained. He made a grating noise deep in his throat. Plex looked panicked.

"Wait, I . . ." He put down the webbing with an obvious effort. "Tak, he's here about something else."

"He's here on my time," I said mildly.

"Listen, Kovacs. You fucking--"

"No." I looked back at him as I said it, hoping he could read the bright energy in my tone for what it was. "You know who I am, you'll stay out of my way. I'm here to see Plex, not you. Now get out."

I don't know what stopped him, Envoy rep, late-breaking news from the citadel--because they'll be all over it by now, you made such a fucking mess up there--or just a cooler head than the cheap-suited punk persona suggested. He stood braced in the door of his own rage for a moment, then stood down and displaced it, all poured into a glance at the nails of his right hand and a grin.

"Sure. You just go ahead and transact with Plex here. I'll wait outside. Shouldn't take long."

He even took the first step toward the street. I looked back at Plex.

"What the fuck's he talking about?"

Plex winced.

"We, uh, we need to reschedule, Tak. We can't--"

"Oh no." But looking around the room I could already see the swirled patterns in the dust where someone had been using a grav lifter. "No, no, you told me--"

"I-I know, Tak, but--"

"I paid you."

"I'll give you the money--"

"I don't want the fucking money, Plex." I stared at him, fighting down the urge to rip his throat out. Without Plex, there was no upload. Without the upload--"I want my fucking body back."

"It's cool, it's cool. You'll get it back. It's just right now--"

"It's just right now, Kovacs, we're using the facilities." The yakuza drifted back into my line of sight, still grinning. "Because to tell the truth, they were pretty much ours in the first place. But then Plex here probably didn't tell you that, did he?"

I shuttled a glance between them. Plex looked embarrassed.

You gotta feel sorry for the guy. Isa, my Millsport contact broker, all of fifteen years old, razored violet hair and brutally obvious archaic datarat plugs, working on world-weary reflective while she laid out the deal and the cost. Look at history, man. It fucked him over but good.

History, it was true, didn't seem to have done Plex any favors. Born three centuries sooner with the name Kohei, he'd have been a spoiled stupid younger son with no particular need to do more than exercise his obvious intelligence in some gentleman's pursuit like astrophysics or archaeologue science. As it was, the Kohei family had left its post-Unsettlement generations nothing but the keys to ten streets of empty warehouses and a decayed aristo charm that, in Plex's own self-deprecating words, made it easier than you'd think to get laid when broke. Pipe-blasted, he told me the whole shabby story on less than three days' acquaintance. He seemed to need to tell someone, and Envoys are good listeners. You listen, you file under local color, you soak it up. Later, the recalled detail maybe saves your life.<<br>
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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 29, 2010

    Kovacs comes alive in this novel

    I've loved the Takeshi Kovacs character. In this novel, Morgan brings the character to life. His thoughts, his past, his personality are more immediate and brought to the front of the story. While there is a lot of action in the final book of this series, Kovacs and his internal struggles are really the centerpiece of this story. In Woken Furies, it's less about Kovacs solving a mystery and more about YOU solving what Kovacs is doing. A great book. I loved it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 17, 2007

    Great return to form for Morgan

    'Woken Furies' is far and beyond above Richard Morgan's last effort in the Takeshi Kovacs series, 'Broken Angels.' The revenge subplot running through Kovacs' actions on Harlan's World provides the perfect touch of noir to the novel, and the entire question of both literally and philosophically who is Quellcrist Falconer, a vague and somewhat-unnecessary presence in the earlier tales, propels 'Woken Furies' into the stratosphere, no pun intended. It's a nice return to form for Morgan, who made 'Broken Angels,' itself not a bad novel, little more than a treasure hunt while inexplicably introducing the race of Martians into the mix of human colonization of the galaxy. In fact, the continued presence of the Martians in this chapter of Kovacs' life is the only reason why I didn't rate this novel a perfect 5 -- however, that's what happens when you can't have a half-star addition! 'Woken Furies' simply rings true to me, like it really could and should have happened the way events unfolded, and that's a sure sign of success in any fictional genre. I am not sure why this novel didn't receive better distribution than it did -- note the late date of my review -- but I am simply happy I finally found a hardcover copy. I truly hope this is not the end of the line for Takeshi Kovacs, especially as I am not exactly enjoying as of my writing this review 'Market Forces,' driving the point home to me that Richard K. Morgan's best strengths as a writer lie in the 25th Century.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    An action-packed science fiction Noir

    In the distant future, Takeshi Kovacs heads home to repressive Harlan¿s World to eerily confront himself when he was an Envoy working for the UN as a super soldier to keep people on the remote planets in check. Since he could afford to leave that body behind, Takeshi downloaded his personality into a new 'sleeve' and left for another world to start life anew...................... On Harlan¿s World, Kovacs soon finds himself protecting Sylvie, an apparent reincarnation of a long dead messiah, from the First Families, who need her dead as her message interferes with the power they yield. The First Families send an Envoy to kill Sylvie, but Kovacs believes the killer is a younger healthier him................ This is an action-packed science fiction Noir that starts in hyperspeed before accelerating into faster than light velocity. The suspense laden story line is all action except when Richard K. Morgan chooses to pontificate against any form of religious fundamentalism, which Kovacs believes by its essence means its burden requires either altering carbon structure or breaking the angels of those of other belief systems. Kovacs is at his best when affirming you can¿t home, at least not safely. Fans of electrifying futuristic thrillers will appreciate the award winning author's latest triumph............... Harriet Klausner

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