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"Finally, he swallowed and turned the statue so that its face regarded him. He brought it close, hesitated, and turning his head slightly in a ghastly parody of passion, he began to kiss its mouth.
He opened his own lips and pushed his tongue into the statue’s craw. He felt the cold thorns of its teeth, and he probed further...
...And as the man wriggled his tongue in the stone throat, something kissed him back."

Still really enjoying this. No pacing issues so far and enjoying the story - enjoying Steven Brand's narration. His quiet spots don't seem as quiet as last book - or maybe I'm just used to his voice now.

I've been waiting for Anthony Ryan to drop his bundle since the beginning of Blood Song...but nope - still hooked.

...and at the bottom, easily eclipsing the vessel above, a circle in a circle in a circle, vast no matter how vague the perspective, unthinkably big, with darkness at the center. Looking up, looking up at the fisherman hunting his prey.
Sclera, iris, and pupil.
An eye.

An underwater city. Lobster men who hunt underwater using hunting squid like hunting hawks. Very nice start.

Loved it!

End of part 3. Very enjoyable. If he keeps this up it's looking like 5 stars.

Audible Australia just offered this for sale for $10.99. I JUST BOUGHT IT LAST WEEK!!!!
I've asked them if they'll offer me the deal for the second book instead. I'll see what they say.

Still well and truly hooked

"The slake-moth was laying its eggs."

Uh Oh!

That-" the man pointed behind him at the enormous, looming figure of the construct that merged with the rubbish heaps "-is me. This-" he stroked his quivering carcass "-is my hand and tongue..."
In a macabre motion, the man reached up and fingered the cable where it sank behind his eyes, into the clotting flesh at the top of his spine.

The construct council!

Just want to keep listening.

The Weaver!

End of part one. Not bad.

This is really really good so far. Audio narration is good as well - a little quiet for listening in the car but otherwise ok.

"...big horrible wings make your bonce woozy snapping big teeth and…and…all over claws and big fucking stinky tongue…and I…Mr. Lublub’s gawping in the looking-glass and then he turns to face it and goes…dopey…and I saw…me head went funny and when I woke up the thing’s stuck its tongue right in…in…Mr. Lub’s gob and slurpslurp noises going off in me head and I…I buggered off, I couldn’t do nothing, I swear…I’m scared…"

It's hatched...It's fed...It's still hungry.

So that's why it's called Dreamshit...it's shit that makes you dream...or does it make you shit dreams...or does it turn your dreams to shit? Mieville sure is good at imagining what you can do with shit.

So she has a beetle for a head and she makes sculptures by eating her materials and shitting them out the back of her head. WHA..?!!!

New Crobuzon is one weird arse city

“I don't want to be a simile anymore,' I said. "I want to be a metaphor.”

“You’ve got a bit of. .” I mimed with my hand, scraping at my chin. “Um. . something in your beard. Lung, I think.”