#3 in series

The Borribles: Across the Dark Metropolis

Book 3 in the series

4.06 based on 115 ratings & 7 reviews on Goodreads.com
Tor

Publication date: 13.03.2014
ISBN: 9781447262664
Number of pages: 0

Synopsis

Being a Borrible is far from easy, but it's full of bravery, treachery and excitement. They are outcasts and like it that way. But, to any vigilant policemen, their pointed ears prove that they aren't in fact runaway children. Then it's time for quick wits and the Borrible motto 'Don't get caught!'

In the last instalment of this great adventure, Battersea is no longer safe for Borribles. The London Police are closing in, using their Special Borrible Group - a secret unit dedicated to finding Borribles and clipping their ears. Driven on by the fanatical Inspector Sussworth, the SBG is determined to wipe out Borribles once and for all. It's now time to break away, escort their old friend Sam to safety in Neasden, then return to the old Borrible life of independence and freedom. So begins a perilous trek across the dark metropolis - a journey that will test the courage and cunning of the adventurers to the very limits.

This ebook edition includes that wonderful China Miéville introduction, in addition to colourful descriptions of the Borribles and other characters.

In the media

Michael de Larrabeiti's stunning trilogy, put simply, comprises threeof my very, very favourite books ever . . . May they mean as much to you as they do to me
China Miéville
Battersea's answer to Watership Down, The Lord of the Rings and The Guns of Navarone . . . It is a tale of low cunning and dubious morality . . . here is an epic with an eyeful of smut - what the Trojan Wars were really like. Try the Borribles, warts and all, before they become a legend
Times Educational Supplement
With considerable ingenuity and finesse, de Larrabeiti has projected a grim, violent futureworld . . . he presents an alien culture with its own folkways, legends and taboos . . . The Borribles won't win friends among the starry-eyed or squeamish, all the same they are the offspring of a singular imagination
New York Times