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 test 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 that’s before violence, Japanese computer crazies and Russian Mafia men are in the mix. But she wants to discover the source of the film too, and the truth of her father’s disappearance in New York, two years ago. And from the way people are trying to stop her, it looks like she’s getting close …

‘Gibson’s best book since he rewrote all the rules in Neuromancer. He casts [an] eye on our present, and shows it to us as if for the first time’ 
Neil Gaiman, author of American Gods

‘A compelling, humane story with a sympathetic heroine searching for meaning and consolation in a post-everything world’
Daily Telegraph

‘Electric, profound. Gibson’s descriptions of Tokyo, Russia and London are surreally spot-on’ 
Financial Times

‘Part-detective story, part-cultural snapshot … all bound by Gibson’s pin-sharp prose’ 
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