《Look to Windward》作者： - Iain M. Banks 【EPUB】

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Look To Windward Culture Book 6 Iain M. Banks Gentile or Jew O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you. -- T.S. Eliot, 'The Waste Land', IV Prologue Near the time we both knew I would have to leave him, it was hard to tell which flashes were lightning and which came from the energy weapons of the Invisibles. A vast burst of blue-white light leapt across the sky, making an inverted landscape of the ragged clouds' undersurface and revealing through the rain the destruction all around us: the shell of a distant building, its interior scooped out by some earlier cataclysm, the tangled remains of rail pylons near the crater's lip, the fractured service pipes and tunnels the crater had exposed, and the massive, ruined body of the wrecked land destroyer lying half submerged in the pool of filthy water in the bottom of the hole. When the flare died it left only a memory in the eye and the dull flickering of the fire inside the destroyer's body. Quilan gripped my hand still tighter. 'You should go. Now, Worosei.' Another, smaller flash lit his face and the oil-scummed mud around his waist where it disappeared under the war machine. I made a show of consulting my helm's read-out. The ship's flyer was on its way back, alone. The display told me that no larger craft was accompanying it, while the lack of any communication on the open channel meant there was no good news to report. There would be no heavy lift, there would be no rescue. I flipped to the close-quarter tactical view. Nothing