Welp, I've just read a book that surpasses Rivers of London
. Yes, I know that statement will piss more than a few people off here (although to be fair, there are plenty of books that I have read recently that surpass it), but take some consolation in that it surpassed it by a moderate rather than large margin.
That book is London Falling
by Paul Cornell. Ironic, how a novel with a not dissimilar premise written by another Doctor Who
author manages to do something just that little bit better.
Of course, it's probably a case of Your Mileage May Vary. Rivers of London
was a good book, anyway. I just felt London Falling
to be just a tad more accessible and...'real'? I mean, as real as you can get for a horror fantasy work. But it felt a little realer, so to speak. Or maybe I just prefer Paul Cornell's writing style to Ben Aaronovitch's.
"What have you been doing since you stole that antique TARDIS of yours, since you first landed on Skaro? Shouting 'Look at me!!! I'm not fighting a war!', while you battle the Daleks all the way through space and time."