The Swarm: A Novel

by Frank Schätzing

‘OK, here’s the theory,’ said Anawak. ‘Imagine you’re a cockroach.’ ‘Gee, thanks, Leon.’ Oliviera raised her eyebrows, which made her horsy face seem even longer. ‘You know how to flatter a lady.’ ‘A cockroach incapable of intelligent thought.’ ‘I never knew you felt that way.’