William Gibson is writing a new book. We are excited. Here is an excerpt courtesy of his own blog:
It seemed almost to jump, now, with a flowering rush of silent explosions, bombs blasting against black night. She reached up to steady the helmet, tipping her head back at a particularly bright burst of flame, and accidentally encountered a control-surface mounted to the left of the visor, over her cheekbone. The Shinjuku squid and its swarming skin vanished.
Beyond where it had been, as if its tail had been a directional arrow, hung a translucent rectangular solid of silvery wireframe, crisp yet insubstantial. It was large, long enough to park a car in and easily tall enough to walk into, and something about these dimensions seemed at once familiar and banal. Within it, there seemed to be another form, or forms, but because everything was wireframed it all ran together visually, and was difficult to read.
