Mortal Engines

Philip Reeve had me from the first sentence:”It was a dark blustery afternoon in spring, and the city of London was chasing a small mining town across the dried-out bed of the old North Sea.”

This is what you read after you finish Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials trilogy.

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