Beneath the towering bleached ribs of a dead, ancient beast lies New Crobuzon, a squalid city where humans, Re-mades, and arcane races live in perpetual fear of Parliament and its brutal militia. The air and rivers are thick with factory pollutants and the strange effluents of alchemy, and the... read more
“"See, if you think that matter and therefore the unified force under investigation are essentially static, then falling, flying, rolling, changing your mind, casting a spell, growing older, moving, are basically deviations from an essential state. Otherwise, you think that motion is part of the fabric of ontology, and the question's how best to theorize that. You can tell were my sympathies lie. Statistics would say I'm misrepresenting them, but fuck it."”Isaac Dan der Grimnebulin
“This is what makes the world, Ms. Lin. I believe this to be the fundamental dynamic. Transition. The point where one thing becomes another. It is what makes you, the city, the world, what they are. And that is the theme I’m interested in. The zone where the disparate become part of the whole. The hybrid zone.Highlighted by 49 Kindle customers
The point is that you are an individual inasmuch as you exist in a social matrix of others who respect your individuality and your right to make choices. That’s concrete individuality: an individuality that recognizes that it owes its existence to a kind of communal respect on the part of all the other individualities, and that it had better therefore respect them similarly.Highlighted by 44 Kindle customers
Art’s something you choose to make . . . it’s a bringing together of . . . of everything around you into something that makes you more human, more khepri, whatever. More of a person.Highlighted by 33 Kindle customers
“I think of myself as the main station for all the schools of thought. Like Perdido Street Station.Highlighted by 30 Kindle customers
Isaac liked the idea of an inter-aspectual entity so enamoured with knowledge that it just roamed from realm to realm in a bath, murmuring with interest at everything it came across.Highlighted by 28 Kindle customers
Palgolak was a god of knowledge. He was depicted either as a fat, squat human reading in a bath, or a svelte vodyanoi doing the same, or, mystically, both at once. His congregation were human and vodyanoi in roughly equal proportions. He was an amiable, pleasant deity, a sage whose existence was entirely devoted to the collection, categorization, and dissemination of information.Highlighted by 20 Kindle customers
Veldt to scrub to fields to farms to these first tumbling housesHighlighted by 15 Kindle customers
But Isaac’s research—unchanged in its aims over all those years—could not proceed in a vacuum. He had to publish. He had to debate. He had to argue, to attend conferences—as the rogue, the rebellious son. There were great advantages to renegacy.Highlighted by 12 Kindle customers
“Termagant!” he moaned after her. “Shrew! Harridan! All right, all right, you win, you, you . . . uh . . . virago,Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
Don’t worship any gods, although they do have a devil-figure, which may or may not be a real eidolon.Highlighted by 5 Kindle customers
Part one
Comissions 7
Part two
Physiognomies of flight 75
Part three
Metamorphoses 245
Part four
A plague of nightmares 375
Part five
Councils 491
Part six
The Glasshouse 619
Part seven
Crisis 699
Part eight
Judgement 833
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Preceded by Doomsday Book, and followed by A Spell for Chameleon.
Preceded by Dante's Journey, and followed by Never Knew Another.
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