IT’S THE WORST PLACE IN THE WORLD
ALSO, THE RICHEST
JUST DON’T FALL
The White Lake, that once was Budapest, is the last war’s toxic waste, kilometers-wide and boiling hot. Its microscopic robots turn greenhouse gases, and anything else, into diamonds, that endlessly wash ashore the islands of Pest.
If you’re desperate, collect the diamonds. If you’re really desperate, figure-skate the Lake on maglev boots, for a world-wide satellite audience, winning ratings and sponsors. If you fall – your last day, a diamond.
These are the illicit journals of Dömötör the Lover, the last high-class sex-worker in Pest, trained to become anyone’s desired ideal. A plaything for Pest’s boomtown rich, Dömötör is also a skater, earning views to repay his debt bondage. If he survives long enough, he can be free.
But the White Lake is changing: sudden upheavals, smarter behavior. After a smuggler tells him of secret cargo, Dömötör suspects one of his clients is behind the change – but why? To destroy the Lake, or unleash it? Will Dömötör stop them, or try to help?
The White Lake is a fast ride to a brutal future, a mix of Jeff VanderMeer’s hope and Michel Faber’s hunger.
The White Lake is about how we survive, no smarter but ever more clever, in the worst of circumstances. It’s literary. It’s science-fiction. It’s hot. It’s short. It’s got giant robots at the end.