Penguin Books Australia

'A stunner . . . a terrifically stylish burst of kick-butt imagination' Entertainment Weekly

S an Francisco, the nearish future:

'Writing at flame intensity, Gibson conjures a world that seems just a breath away from the here and now' 
Salon

The Bridge, San Francisco, after the quake:

'Fast, witty and cleverly politicized' 
Guardian

Tokyo, post-event:

'Part-detective story, part-cultural snapshot . . . all bound by Gibson's pin-sharp prose' 
Arena

'An ideas-swarm, coated with a hipster glaze . . . to explore the everyday weirdness of the twenty-first century world' 
Herald

It's only called paranoia if you can't prove it.

Cayce is in London to work.   Her pathological sensitivity to brands makes her the perfect divining rod for an ad agency that wants to east a new logo.   But when she is co-opted into the search for the creator of a strangely addictive on-line film, Cayce wonders if she has done the right – or indeed, safe – thing.   And...

What happens when old spies come out to play one last game?

In New York a young Cuban called Tito is passing iPods to a mysterious old man. Such activities do not go unnoticed, however, in these early days of the War on Terror and across the city an ex-military man named Brown is tracking Tito's movements.