Something is stirring in London's dark, stamping out its territory in brickdust and blood. Something has murdered Saul Garamond's father, and left Saul to pay for the crime.
But a shadow from the urban waste breaks into Saul's prison cell and leads him to freedom. A shadow called King Rat, who reveals Saul's royal heritage, a heritage that opens a new world to Saul, the world below London's streets--a heritage that also drags Saul into King Rat's plan for revenge against his ancient enemy,. With drum 'n' bass pounding the backstreets, Saul must confront the forces that would use him, the forces that would destroy him, and the forces that shape his own bizarre identity.
China Mieville's King Rat was nominated for both the International Horror Guild and Bram Stoker Awards for best first novel.
then winking away. Natasha nodded her satisfaction. She could feel the bass. She knew it intimately. She 67 file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/China%20Mieville%20-%20King%20Rat.txt (72 of 422) [10/15/2004 2:24:56 PM] file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/China%20Mieville%20-%20King%20Rat.txt searched instead for the sounds at the top, she wanted something perfect, a leitmotif to weave in and out of the drums. She knew the people who ran the clubs, and they would always play her
out any words. He frowned. The front door slammed shut and Natasha returned to the room. 'He's a bit of a weirdo, isn't he?' Fabian asked. Natasha nodded vehemently. "Strue, man, do you know what I mean? I threw him out at first, he was kind of getting leery.' 'Trying it on?' 'Kind of. But he was going on and on about wanting to play with me, and I was intrigued, and he 88 file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/China%20Mieville%20-%20King%20Rat.txt (93 of 422) [10/15/2004 2:24:57 PM]
television first: the woman in the bright suit was warning him it would be chilly again today. On the sofa was a plate of congealed pasta, and a half-drunk glass of beer sat on the floor. Cold gusts of air caught at him and he looked up at the window, out over houses. The curtains were billowing dramatically. He saw that jags of glass littered the floor. There was almost no glass left in the window-frame, only a few shards around the edges. Saul sagged with terror and tried to pull himself to the
each. Call the rats and the person in you is deaf to it. Call to the man and the rat'll twitch its tail and run. He can't charm you, Saul. You're double trouble. You're my deuce, Saul, my trump card. An ace in the hole. You're his worst nightmare. He can't play two tunes at once, Saul. He can't charm you. 'No, you he just wants to kill.' No one spoke. Three pairs of unclear eyes transfixed Saul. 'But no need to panic, sonny. Things are going to change around here,' King Rat suddenly spat. 'See,
leaning forward. 'Did he say anything about where in the sewers? Because I've often suspected that... this guy I'm after uses them.5 Kay was sobbing. 'Nah, man, he didn't say nothing else . .. please . . . please ... he was weird, his voice was weird, he stank... he wouldn't tell me anything.. . Please let me down\' 'No, Kay, I won't let you down,' Pete's voice was suddenly shockingly vicious. He rose and stalked towards him. 'Not yet. You see, I want to know everything you know about your friend