Top Highlights

• The corps’ deep-cover training came rocketing in across my mind like a flight of low-level strike jets, spinning vapor-trail lies on the edge of plausibility and half-known detail. Something inside me tilted with the joy of mission time.
• “Culture is like a smog. To live within it, you must breathe some of it in and, inevitably, be contaminated.
• like all men of power, when he talked of prices worth paying, you could be sure of one thing. Someone else was paying.
• In an earlier age, he would have been a shaman; here, the centuries of technology had made him more. An electronic demon, a malignant spirit that dwelled in altered carbon and emerged only to possess flesh and wreak havoc.
• Pull on the new flesh like borrowed gloves And burn your fingers once again.