The bizarre serial killer who crashes her victims’ cars while riding inside them strikes again—only this time, her target is one of the field analysts pursuing her! And just as the Wakumusubi stolen off this latest victim picks up a fresh drive to kill, Hondoumachi takes a turn diving into the murderer’s deadly psyche, leaving Narihisago free to investigate this new id well. What awaits him there is something he should never lay eyes on, and the experience may push him past his breaking point...

When I open my eyes, I find myself in an unfamiliar car, in an unfamiliar town, in front of the on-ramp to an unfamiliar highway. Before I can process any of this, I see the fiery explosions of multiple car crashes in the distance, and without thinking, I stomp on the accelerator and race toward the scene. I soon find that I’ve driven straight into hell at full speed with no brakes, just like everyone around me...! In the midst of this insanity, I discover the corpse of a girl, and suddenly I know—I am the brilliant detective. And I must solve the mystery of her death.

Not only has a Wakumusubi been stolen from the Kura, but now a mysterious group of masked men has abducted the “suicide princess,” Mana Tsurumi, from their custody too! As the sheer scale of this real-world conspiracy begins to take shape, a new brilliant detective is born within an id well. Will the hint they provide lodge deeply enough in Narihisago’s subconscious for his Sakaido persona to bring the truth of Tsurumi’s well to light?!

Salt, useless. Prayer beads, no dice. Disinfectant—mildly effective. Miko’s fruitless attempts at warding off horrific spirits leave her with one option...keep pretending these grotesque specters don’t exist. But Miko hasn’t given up yet! One day, she’ll be free. Until then, she just has to survive changing-room phantoms and ghost-infested tunnels and…a girl named Yuria?

Hugo and Shirley Jackson award-winning Peter Watts stands on the cutting edge of hard SF with his acclaimed novel, Blindsight Two months since the stars fell... Two months of silence, while a world held its breath. Now some half-derelict space probe, sparking fitfully past Neptune's orbit, hears a whisper from the edge of the solar system: a faint signal sweeping the cosmos like a lighthouse beam. Whatever's out there isn't talking to us. It's talking to some distant star, perhaps. Or perhaps to something closer, something en route. So who do you send to force introductions with unknown and unknowable alien intellect that doesn't wish to be met? You send a linguist with multiple personalities, her brain surgically partitioned into separate, sentient processing cores. You send a biologist so radically interfaced with machinery that he sees x-rays and tastes ultrasound. You send a pacifist warrior in the faint hope she won't be needed. You send a monster to command them all, an extinct hominid predator once called vampire, recalled from the grave with the voodoo of recombinant genetics and the blood of sociopaths. And you send a synthesist—an informational topologist with half his mind gone—as an interface between here and there. Pray they can be trusted with the fate of a world. They may be more alien than the thing they've been sent to find. At the Publisher's request, this title is being sold without Digital Rights Management Software (DRM) applied.

Gregory Bateson was a philosopher, anthropologist, photographer, naturalist, and poet, as well as the husband and collaborator of Margaret Mead. This classic anthology of his major work includes a new Foreword by his daughter, Mary Katherine Bateson. 5 line drawings.