The Last Green Tree

by Jim Grimsley

Overview

Jim Grimsley's previous science fiction novel, The Ordinary, was named one of the Top Ten science fiction books of the year by Booklist and won the Lambda Literary Award. His novels and short stories have been favorably compared to those of Ursula K. Le Guin, Jack Vance, and Samuel R. Delany. Now Grimsley returns to the richly complex milieu of The Ordinary with a gripping tale of magic, science, and an epic clash between godlike forces.

Three hundred years have passed since the Conquest, and the Great Mage rules over all of humanity, even as cybernetic links connect the varied worlds of the empire. Vast Gates allow travel from one planet to another, across unimaginable distances. Choirs of chanting priests maintain order, their songs subtly shaping reality, while the armies of the empire have known nothing but total victory for centuries.

But on the planet Aramen, where sentient trees keep human symbionts as slaves, a power has arisen that may rival that of the Great Mage himself. Hordes of unnatural creatures rampage across the planet, leaving death and destruction in their wake. An inhuman intelligence, cruel and implacable, meets the priests' sung magic with a strange new music of its own. The Anilyn Gate is shut down, cutting off Aramen from the rest of humanity. The long era of peace is over.

Now a handful of traumatized survivors must venture deep into a hostile wilderness on a desperate mission to uncover the source of the enemy's powers. And the future of the universe may depend on the untested abilities of one damaged child. . . .

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780765305312
Publisher:	Tor Publishing Group
Publication date:	11/28/2006
Edition description:	First Edition
Pages:	400
Product dimensions:	5.40(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Jim Grimsley is a 2005 recipient of the Academy Award in Literature from the American Academy of Arts and Letters, as well as the 2000 Lambda Literary Award for his fantasy novel Kirith Kirin. He is the award-winning author of Winter Birds, Dream Boy, My Drowning, Comfort & Joy, and Boulevard, as well as a number of successful plays. Grimsley lives in Atlanta and teaches at Emory University.

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The Last Green Tree

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By Grimsley, Jim

Tor Books

Copyright © 2006 Grimsley, Jim
All right reserved.
ISBN: 0765305305

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Chapter One
 
The Poorhouse
 
1.
 
From his bedroom at the top of the world, Keely could look one way to the endless spires and towers of the city and the other to the middle of the ocean. Both the city and the ocean had names and people had told him the names but he never really wanted to remember them. There was only one city, only one ocean, only one of everything; it was much simpler to think of things like that. When he sat at his bedroom window, he felt as if he were floating along the bottoms of the clouds; the building where he lived reached so high that clouds sometimes wrapped the summit in fleecy white, and Uncle Figg lived at the very top. This was because he was rich and owned practically everything in the world. That is, Uncle Figg was very rich until suddenly one day he wasn't anymore; Keely heard him talking to some of his grown-up friends, and later at breakfast with Nerva, Uncle Figg was complaining about being poor.
 
"What does the Mage think she's doing?" Uncle Figg asked.
 
Keely was watching a line of aircraft in the distance; the breakfast room was surrounded on three sides by glass, so he could see nearly the whole sky from his seat at the end of the table. When Uncle Figg said "the Mage," Keely started to pay attention. Keely had a Mage doll, a half dozen Mage games for playing in his head-space, graphic novels about theMage, a fully illustrated head-world called Iraen, after the country from which the Mage had come; he had a Mage costume, Mage sheets on his bed, a poster of the Mage and her consort, Jedda Jump-up, on his wall. "She's doing magic, Uncle Figg," Keely said, touching the back of Uncle Figg's hand.
 
"Yes, I know, Keely. She's made all my money disappear."
 
The moment caused a knot of upset to form in Keely's stomach. Nerva was watching, but she was using her good face and her good voice, which was always the case when Uncle Figg was around. This meant that Keely could feel fairly safe; only when he was alone with Nerva did she make him afraid. The upset at the moment did not come from Nerva, but from something in what Uncle Figg was saying. "All of your money is gone?"
 
"Ridiculously large amounts of it, yes."
 
"Excuse me, sir, but the child looks a bit frightened."
 
"He should be. We'll end up on the street, no better than paupers."
 
"Really, sir--"
 
"You think I'm exaggerating? Why, I won't even be allowed to keep the Marmigon."
 
Nerva was trying hard to look interested in what Uncle Figg was saying, but, behind the pretense, she wanted to figure something else out altogether. Keely was used to seeing through Nerva to what she was really doing; he had to be good at this, because Nerva ruled so much of his life. So he could tell she really felt no sympathy for Uncle Figg whatsoever. "You'll have to sell the place?"
 
He snorted. "No. I don't sell it. The Mage says I already have too much money, my whole clan and I. So we have to give up the Marmigon, and, in fact, if I want to go on living here I have to buy my apartment. Buy it! When my mother-clan has owned this building since it was built, Ama only knows how long ago."
 
Whenever Uncle Figg mentioned the name of a Hormling god or goddess, as he sometimes did when swearing, Nerva touched her thumbnail to her brow. She said it was out of respect to her own goddess, who was the only real goddess anybody knew about. Unlike the Hormling, the people of Iraen insisted on seeing their deity every now and again, to make sure she was still paying attention. Whereas, according to Nerva, the Hormling were perfectly willing to worship a god for however long a time without the slightest proof that he or she existed. Nerva came from Iraen and liked to remind people of the fact. This morning, after touching her thumbnail to her forehead when Uncle Figg mentioned Ama, she sipped her morning tea, which to Keely smelled like the flowers on the patio.
 
"I realize I'll get no sympathy from the likes of you."
 
"I beg your pardon. What are the likes of me?"
 
"These new laws don't affect you or your family, do they?"
 
She gave a decided sniff and looked studiously out the window at a distant helicopter riding close under the shield of clouds. "Nothing is being taken from me personally, no. I haven't checked with the rest of the paupers in my clan."
 
"I hear your tone. I know I'm being overbearing. But I can't help myself."
 
"We agree on that much, at least."
 
Uncle Figg's brown skin got hints of red in it when he was embarrassed or mad. Which was he now? He was staring at the helicopter in the distant sky, fixedly, as if it were very important. Keely's stomach was turning over now that he understood what Uncle Figg was talking about. He knew "Marmigon" was the name for the building he lived in; and so, when he heard that Uncle Figg would lose it, too, he began to picture himself losing all the nice toys in his room, and his room, with the window on the city and the window on the ocean. "Will we have to go back to the Reeks?" he asked, his voice very small, watching the plastic Mage action figure he brought with him to the table, feeling suddenly as if he ought to hide it, if the Mage really were taking away everything from Uncle Figg.
 
"What?" Uncle Figg snorted. "No!" He gave Keely a serious look. When his expression softened and he leaned with his big hand on Keely's shoulder, Keely flushed with a feeling of safety. "No, son, I'm exaggerating. The Mage isn't taking all my money, just a lot of it. We'll be able to afford to live very well on what's left, I promise you."
 
"Why is the Mage taking your money?"
 
"She's taking everybody's money. Over a certain amount. And she's taking property, and she's making it so that a mother can't leave her money to her children anymore. She has to give it up when she dies."
 
"But why?" Though Keely was asking the question only because he felt Uncle Figg expected it; Keely had hardly understood much of Uncle Figg's careful explanation.
 
"Because she thinks we have too much money, people like us. While the people who live in the Reeks don't have any. So she wants to take our money to help them."
 
Keely sighed. "Then that's okay." He looked at the plastic Mage in his hand, twisted her head.
 
Uncle Figg and Nerva were looking at each other in that adult way, sending messages to each other, probably. Adults could read each other's minds; children never had a chance. "Having him here does put things in perspective a bit," Uncle Figg said, in an adult tone that meant he was talking to Nerva. "I might not mind losing so much if I were sure it would really help people like Keely's family."
 
Nerva sniffed. "I wouldn't call that riffraff a family. You can't help people. Even Malin will figure that out sooner or later. All the money on Senal won't get rid of the Reeks. You mark my words."
 
"Now you sound like my matriarch," Uncle Figg said.
 
Nerva sniffed again.
 
"What's a matriarch?" Keely asked.
 
"She's the female head of my family. She's not very happy right now."
 
"She's not?" Keely asked, but he could feel that Uncle Figg was paying no attention.
 
Nerva said, "I can't blame her. This is a blow aimed at all the Orminy Houses, anyone can see that."
 
"We certainly have the most to lose," Uncle Figg agreed. "I expect most of my people will take whatever they have left and emigrate. Maybe I ought to think about doing the same."
 
Keely only understood part of what Uncle Figg was saying and tried to look hopeful, usually a good choice when he wasn't sure what else to look like.
 
"You wouldn't mind leaving Senal, would you, Keely? Maybe it would be a good idea to take you somewhere else. You'd like to live away from the city, wouldn't you?"
 
This was not a real question, and Keely pretended he was watching the helicopter, closer now, but still the size of a toy, suspended between the gray of the clouds and the gray-blue of the waves far below. He felt a sinking in his stomach. Something was about to happen that would change everything again.
 
Copyright 2006 by Jim Grimsley. All rights reserved.

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Editorial Reviews

Grimsley's yarn is fast paced and adventuresome, and features some interesting gods and their creatures as well as a fascinating, grand-scale dichotomy of magic and science.” —Booklist on The Last Green Tree

“Intricate, well-crafted. The inconclusive ending to this complex work of world-building and large-scale politics seasoned with gore and desperation will have readers anxiously awaiting the next installment.” —Publishers Weekly on The Last Green Tree

“One of the most exciting new voices in science fiction.” —Robert Silverberg

“Besides magic aplenty, there is a beautifully developed spirituality . . .that elegantly evokes a reader's fascination and wonder.” —Booklist (starred review) on The Ordinary

“The Ordinary is an important novel. . . . Think of high-quality anthropological SF where antithetical societies meet, as in Le Guin's The Left Hand of Darkness.” —Locus on The Ordinary

“In this thoughtful blend of science fiction and fantasy, Lambda Award winner Grimsley questions humanity's tendency to discount what it can't measure.” —Library Journal on The Ordinary

From the Publisher

Grimsley's intricate, well-crafted sequel to 2004's Lamba Award- winner, The Ordinary, chronicles the rise of a war between epic forces; on one side is the powerful Mage, ruling an interplanetary empire that includes the interdimensional Anilyn Gate and the planet Aramen. There, the Mage orchestrates a redistribution of wealth between rich and poor, much to the dismay of the wealthy merchant Fineas Figg, the guardian of Keely File, a traumatized but strangely talented 10-year-old boy. But Fineas must soon worry about more than his money, as giant mantis creatures perpetrate a genocide that began as a rebel uprising against the Mage. Keely and Fineas team with the former rebel Kitra Poth and the priest Dekkar, who realizes that a powerful being known as Rao is orchestrating the mantis attack in a challenge to the Mage. Rao is also after Keely, but Dekkar is determined to protect him. The inconclusive ending to this complex work of world-building and large-scale politics seasoned with gore and desperation will have readers anxiously awaiting the next installment. (Dec.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.

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