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      HarperVoyager An imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd

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      First published in Great Britain by HarperVoyager 2014

      Copyright © Richard Kadrey 2014

      Cover Illustration © Crushed Creative (www.crushed.co.uk)

      Cover layout design © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2014

      Richard Kadrey asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      Source ISBN: 9780007446087

      Ebook Edition © August 2014 ISBN: 9780007446094

      Version: 2017-11-14

       Dedication

       This book was finished on William S. Burroughs’s one-hundredth birthday. This one is for you, Bill.

       They stood on the far shore of a river and called to him. Tattered gods slouching in their rags across the waste.

      —CORMAC MCCARTHY, THE ROAD

       “I’m very brave generally,” he went on in a low voice: “only to-day I happen to have a headache.”

      —LEWIS CARROLL, THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS

      Table of Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Dedication

       Epigraph

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Chapter 19

       Chapter 20

       Chapter 21

       Chapter 22

       Chapter 23

       Chapter 24

       Chapter 25

       Chapter 26

       Chapter 27

       Chapter 28

       Chapter 29

       Chapter 30

       Chapter 31

       Chapter 32

       Chapter 33

       Chapter 34

       Chapter 35

       Chapter 36

       Chapter 37

       Chapter 38

       Chapter 39

       Chapter 40

       Chapter 41

       Chapter 42

       Chapter 43

       Chapter 44

       Chapter 45

       Chapter 46

       Chapter 47

       Chapter 48

       Chapter 49

       Chapter 50

       Chapter 51

       Acknowledgments

       About the Author

       Also by Richard Kadrey

       About the Publisher

      [Chapter 1]

      YOU’D THINK THE end of the world would be exciting, but this apocalypse is about as much fun as dental surgery.

      Take the current situation. Sitting at a dead stop in traffic, as lively as a stone angel over a tomb. Not one car has moved in ten minutes. It’s bumper to bumper on Sunset Boulevard, which is nothing new, but this kind of traffic is 24/7 these days, as it seems like half the city is hightailing it out of Dodge all at once. And the rain. It’s been coming down nonstop for two weeks. It’s like L.A. lost a bet with God and the old bastard is pissing his Happy Hour whiskey all over the city. Which, when you get down to it, isn’t far from the truth. This isn’t how I figured I’d ring in the apocalypse.

      “Any time now, Jeff Gordon,” says Candy from the passenger seat. “I thought this was supposed to be a car chase.”

      “By current L.A. standards, this is a car chase.”

      “Current L.A. seriously blows. And I think my boots are starting to grow gills.”

      We’re in an Escalade I stole in Westwood. I

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