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Acceptance
Jeff VanderMeer
’A contemporary masterpiece’ GuardianTHE THIRD VOLUME OF THE EXTRAORDINARY SOUTHERN REACH TRILOGY – NOW A MAJOR MOTION PICTURE WRITTEN AND DIRECTED BY ALEX GARLAND (EX MACHINA) AND STARRING NATALIE PORTMAN, OSCAR ISAAC, GINA RODRIGUEZ AND TESSA THOMPSONIt is winter in Area X. A new team embarks across the border, on a mission to find a member of a previous expedition who may have been left behind. As they press deeper into the unknown – navigating new terrain and new challenges – the threat to the outside world becomes only more daunting. In this last instalment of the Southern Reach Trilogy, the mysteries of Area X may have been solved, but their consequences and implications are no less profound – or terrifying.
ACCEPTANCE
JEFF VANDERMEER
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First published in Great Britain by Fourth Estate in 2014
First published in the United States by Farrar, Straus and Giroux in 2014
Copyright © VanderMeer Creative, Inc. 2014
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Source ISBN: 9780007553532
Ebook edition © September 2014 ISBN: 9780007553549
Version: 2017-11-28
Praise for the Southern Reach Trilogy (#ulink_2d78c329-8b69-5bf5-9448-e28146617d4e)
‘A tense and chilling psychological thriller about an unravelling expedition and the strangeness within us. A little Kubrick, a lot of Lovecraft, [Annihilation] builds with an unbearable tension and claustrophobic dread that lingers long afterwards’
Lauren Beukes, author of The Shining Girls
‘A lasting monument to the uncanny … you find yourself afraid to turn the page’
Simon Ings, Guardian
‘VanderMeer’s novel is a psycho-geographical tour de force, channelling Ballard and Lovecraft to instil the reader with a deep, delicious unease’
James Lovegrove, Financial Times
‘Immersive, insightful and often deeply bloody creepy, this is a startlingly good novel … the Southern Reach series will be a major work’
Will Salmon, SFX Magazine
‘A clear triumph for VanderMeer … a compelling, elegant and existential story of far broader appeal … A novel whose world is built seamlessly and whose symbols are rich and dark’
Lydia Millet, LA Times
‘A teeming science fiction that draws on Conrad and Lovecraft alike … The writing itself has a clarity that makes the abundancy of the setting more powerful’
Paul Kincaid, Sunday Telegraph
‘What a haunting book this is, lodging deep in the memory … So disquietingly strange as to defy summarisation. Read it’
Ned Denny, Daily Mail
‘The incidents pile up, building in tension and terror … More than just a horror novel; there’s something Poe-like in this tightening, increasingly paranoid focus … Cruel and exquisite’
N. K. Jemisin, New York Times
Dedication (#ulink_d17b4882-2143-51d6-a0a1-9586c5b7069c)
For Ann
Table of Contents
Cover (#ubba2ba69-f3b0-555d-9ede-83266285b0cf)
Title Page (#u5cfe1917-aca7-58cb-bb39-b8f8de9a468c)
Copyright (#u522caec4-48f7-5cc8-abb5-a75f23351fa6)
Praise for the Southern Reach Trilogy (#ubd6da15a-7239-53c7-abfb-e6b148a2c506)
Dedication (#u7ac574f6-90d3-5133-9f59-b32dee66019d)
000X: The Director, Twelfth Expedition (#u09f2396c-394f-51e9-a5e4-a28602139597)
Part I: Range Light (#uf9bc24c5-9d2d-5bc2-9421-f8952c471fa0)
0001: The Lighthouse Keeper (#ufdf2a10f-c820-5e85-9a44-a5561319bbb5)
0002: Ghost Bird (#uee0201e6-8a8f-51c4-9c60-dab9e7e5cf5d)
0003: The Director (#u75d43702-b5a0-5a12-80c5-deab82706ca5)
0004: The Lighthouse Keeper (#u92af5fa3-efd6-583a-8422-f3598eefa15a)
0005: Control (#ucf96965c-f27b-5a7c-b85b-d1c2cef36c63)
0006: The Director (#litres_trial_promo)
0007: The Lighthouse Keeper (#litres_trial_promo)
0008: Ghost Bird (#litres_trial_promo)
0009: The Director (#litres_trial_promo)
0010: Control (#litres_trial_promo)
Part II: Fixed Light (#litres_trial_promo)
01: The Brightness (#litres_trial_promo)
02: The Moaning Creature (#litres_trial_promo)
03: The Island (#litres_trial_promo)
04: The Owl (#litres_trial_promo)
05: The Seeker & Surveillance Bandits (#litres_trial_promo)
06: The Passage of Time, and Pain (#litres_trial_promo)
Part III: Occulting Light (#litres_trial_promo)
0011: Ghost Bird (#litres_trial_promo)
0012: The Lighthouse Keeper (#litres_trial_promo)
0013: Control (#litres_trial_promo)
0014: The Director (#litres_trial_promo)
0015: The Lighthouse Keeper (#litres_trial_promo)
0016: Ghost Bird (#litres_trial_promo)
0017: The Director (#litres_trial_promo)
0018: The Lighthouse Keeper (#litres_trial_promo)
0019: Control (#litres_trial_promo)
0020: The Director (#litres_trial_promo)
0021: The Lighthouse Keeper (#litres_trial_promo)
0022: Ghost Bird (#litres_trial_promo)
0023: The Director (#litres_trial_promo)
0024: The Lighthouse Keeper (#litres_trial_promo)
0025: Control (#litres_trial_promo)
0026: The Director (#litres_trial_promo)
0027: The Lighthouse Keeper (#litres_trial_promo)
0028: Ghost Bird (#litres_trial_promo)
000X: The Director (#litres_trial_promo)
Acknowledgments (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Also by Jeff VanderMeer (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
000X: THE DIRECTOR, TWELFTH EXPEDITION (#ulink_abfdb55d-6db7-54b1-9935-abbf6568a8e3)
Just out of reach, just beyond you: the rush and froth of the surf, the sharp smell of the sea, the crisscrossing shape of the gulls, their sudden, jarring cries. An ordinary day in Area X, an extraordinary day—the day of your death—and there you are, propped up against a mound of sand, half sheltered by a crumbling wall. The warm sun against your face, and the dizzying view above of the lighthouse looming down through its own shadow. The sky has an intensity that admits to nothing beyond its blue prison. There’s sticky sand glittering across a gash in your forehead; there’s a tangy glottal something in your mouth, dripping out.
You feel numb and you feel broken, but there’s a strange relief mixed in with the regret: to come such a long way, to come to a halt here, without knowing how it will turn out, and yet … to rest. To come to rest. Finally. All of your plans back at the Southern Reach, the agonizing and constant fear of failure or worse, the price of that … all of it leaking out into the sand beside you in gritty red pearls.
The landscape surges toward you, curling over from behind to peer at you; it flares in places, or swirls or reduces itself to a pinprick, before coming back into focus. Your hearing isn’t what it once was, either—has weakened along with your balance. And yet there comes this impossible thing: a magician’s trick of a voice rising out of the landscape and the suggestion of eyes upon you. The whisper is familiar: Is your house in order? But you think whoever is asking might be a stranger, and you ignore it, don’t like what might be knocking at the door.
The throbbing of your shoulder from the encounter in the tower is much worse. The wound betrayed you, made you leap out into that blazing blue expanse even though you hadn’t wanted to. Some communication, some trigger between the wound and the flame that came dancing across the reeds betrayed your sovereignty. Your house has rarely been in such disarray, and yet you know that no matter what leaves you in a few minutes something else will remain behind. Disappearing into the sky, the earth, the water, is no guarantee of death here.
A shadow joins the shadow of the lighthouse.
Soon after, there comes the crunch of boots, and, disoriented, you shout, “Annihilation! Annihilation!” and flail about until you realize the apparition kneeling before you is the one person impervious to the suggestion.
“It’s just me, the biologist.”
Just you. Just the biologist. Just your defiant weapon, hurled against the walls of Area X.
She props you up, presses water to your mouth, clearing some of the blood as you cough.
“Where is the surveyor?” you ask.
“Back at the base camp,” she tells you.
