"Enchanting . . . Hardy's almost hopeful view of the world's inevitably chaotic future lifts this entertaining and well-told tale." Publisher's weekly

"Londonia fizzes with boisterous humour and quirky invention . . . the tale also helps to think through what really matters in life and perhaps to learn a lesson or two from our own current predicament." Hackney Citizen

Londonia, that’s where we are. A sprawl of a place surrounding The Cincture - all of it once London town. Some people say we’re in the year 2073, others cycle 60 . . . who gives a creepin’ beetle where we are in the history of man. Messed it up good and proper didn’t we – they, humankind generally. All I know is I got my shed, my friends and a little bit of an angle on stuff – visions, see inside persons, y’know.Anyway, ain’t about me so much this book, more about Hoxton and her life. Within half a clockface I knew she was different . . . not so many damefolk would take over a church after waking on a bench with not so much as a gnat’s knowledge of what happened in their life before that moment. Got it sorted she has: a finder’s life for her – whatever you want: coffee, a shootstick, fresh meat, Zeitporn, snash, gnole . . . her ‘an Jarvis, they’ll find it – for a goodly trade, of course.

All sorted until a jaunt into The Cincture caused her to learn something that opened up a chink into the past: something that started the ultimate finding mission. Anyway, I’m getting ahead of meself here. Pull up that armchair to the fire. I’ll put the kettle on if the waterman’s been. Jake’s the name – Jake the prophet.

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Lydbog: 3. februar 2025