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Alastair Reynolds
Great Wall of Mars
HereтАЩs a relentless, wildly inventive, pyrotechnic thriller, paced like a runaway freight train, that
takes us to Mars for a mission of peace that instead leads us ever deeper into the heart of warтАж

New writer Alastair Reynolds is a frequent contributor toInterzone,and has also sold to AsimovтАЩs
Science Fiction, Spectrum SF,and elsewhere. His first novel, Revelation Space,is being widely
hailed as one of the major SF books of the year; coming up is a sequel, Chasm City.A
professional scientist with a Ph.D. in astronomy, he comes from Wales, but lives in the
Netherlands, where he works for the European Space Agency.

You realize you might die down there,тАЭ said Warren.

Nevil Clavain looked into his brotherтАЩs one good eye; the one the Conjoiners had left him with
after the battle of Tharsis Bulge. тАЬYes, I know,тАЭ he said. тАЬBut if thereтАЩs another war, we might all
die. IтАЩd rather take that risk, if thereтАЩs a chance for peace.тАЭ

Warren shook his head, slowly and patiently. тАЬNo matter how many times weтАЩve been over this,
you just donтАЩt seem to get it, do you? There canтАЩt ever be any kind of peace while theyтАЩre still
down there. ThatтАЩs what you donтАЩt understand, Nevil. The only long-term solution here isтАжтАЭ he
trailed off.

тАЬGo on,тАЭ Clavain goaded. тАЬSay it. Genocide.тАЭ

Warren might have been about to answer when there was a bustle of activity down the docking
tube, at the far end from the waiting spacecraft. Through the door Clavain saw a throng of media
people, then someone gliding through them, fielding questions with only the curtest of answers.
That was Sandra Voi, the Demarchist woman who would be coming with him to Mars.

тАЬItтАЩs not genocide when theyтАЩre just a faction, not an ethnically distinct race,тАЭ Warren said,
before Voi was within earshot.

тАЬWhat is it, then?тАЭ

тАЬI donтАЩt know. Prudence?тАЭ

Voi approached. She bore herself stiffly, her face a mask of quiet resignation. Her ship had only
just docked from Circum-Jove, after a three-week transit at maximum burn. During that time the
prospects for a peaceful resolution of the current crisis had steadily deteriorated.

тАЬWelcome to Deimos,тАЭ Warren said.
тАЬMarshalls,тАЭ she said, addressing both of them. тАЬI wish the circumstances were better. LetтАЩs get
straight to business. Warren; how long do you think we have to find a solution?тАЭ

тАЬNot long. If Galiana maintains the pattern sheтАЩs been following for the last six months, weтАЩre
due another escape attempt inтАжтАЭ Warren glanced at a readout buried in his cuff. тАЬAbout three
days. If she does try and get another shuttle off Mars, weтАЩll really have no option but to escalate.тАЭ

They all knew what that would mean: a military strike against the Conjoiner nest.