A review by ygraines
The Blood by E.S. Thomson

4.0

'but in this city, building anything new seems to require the removal of the vilest and most decayed remnants of the past.’ he rubbed his hands together, and stared at his palms, at the way the dirt had gathered in the lines and fissures of his skin. ‘it’s as though it does not want to be forgotten; as if it does all it can to stay with us, oozing up, seeping through, sticking to everything.'

i thought i'd shaken off the weird fever dream feeling of the last two months. i hadn't, not really. maybe i'm getting closer now?

anyway, these books continue to be grotesque, compelling, unsettling, self-aware, clever penny dreadfuls, and i'm very fond of them.