‘A gothic horror story of quite exceptional quality’ Financial Times

‘Two years after I killed Blyth I murdered my young brother Paul, for quite different reasons than I’d disposed of Blyth, and then a year after that I did for my young cousin Esmerelda, more or less on a whim. That’s my score to date. Three. I haven’t killed anybody for years, and don’t intend to ever again. It was just a stage I was going through.’

Enter – if you can bear it – the extraordinary private world of Frank, just sixteen, and unconventional, to say the least.

Praise for Iain Banks:

‘The most imaginative novelist of his generation’ The Times

‘His verve and talent will always be recognised, and his work will always find and enthral new readers’ Ken MacLeod, Guardian

‘His work was mordant, surreal, and fiercely intelligent’ Neil Gaiman

‘An exceptional wordsmith’ Scotsman

‘Two years after I killed Blyth I murdered my young brother Paul, for quite different reasons than I’d disposed of Blyth, and then a year after that I did for my young cousin Esmerelda, more or less on a whim. That’s my score to date. Three. I haven’t killed anybody for years, and don’t intend to ever again. It was just a stage I was going through.’

Enter – if you can bear it – the extraordinary private world of Frank, just sixteen, and unconventional, to say the least.

Praise for Iain Banks:

‘The most imaginative novelist of his generation’ The Times

‘His verve and talent will always be recognised, and his work will always find and enthral new readers’ Ken MacLeod, Guardian

‘His work was mordant, surreal, and fiercely intelligent’ Neil Gaiman

‘An exceptional wordsmith’ Scotsman

A couple of ice cubes, first, then the apple that really started it all. A loft apartment in London’s East End; cool but doomed, demolition and redevelopment slated for the following week. Ken Nott, devoutly contrarian leftish shock-jock attending a mid-week wedding lunch, starts dropping stuff off the roof towards the deserted car park a hundred feet below. Other guests join in and soon half the contents of the flat are following the fruit towards the pitted tarmac… just as mobiles start to ring, and the apartment’s remaining TV is turned on, because apparently a plane has crashed into the World Trade Center…

Praise for Iain Banks:

‘The most imaginative novelist of his generation’ The Times

‘His verve and talent will always be recognised, and his work will always find and enthral new readers’ Ken MacLeod, Guardian

‘His work was mordant, surreal, and fiercely intelligent’ Neil Gaiman

‘An exceptional wordsmith’ Scotsman

'It was the day my grandmother exploded. I sat in the crematorium, listening to my Uncle Hamish quietly snoring in harmony to Bach's Mass in B Minor, and I reflected that it always seemed to be death that drew me back to Gallanach.'

Prentice McHoan has returned to the bosom of his complex but enduring Scottish family. Full of questions about the McHoan past, present and future, he is also deeply preoccupied: mainly with death, sex, drink, God and illegal substances…

Praise for Iain Banks:

'The most imaginative novelist of his generation' The Times

'His verve and talent will always be recognised, and his work will always find and enthral new readers' Ken MacLeod, Guardian

'His work was mordant, surreal, and fiercely intelligent' Neil Gaiman

'An exceptional wordsmith' Scotsman