Perdido Street Station - pg. 28

Lin to her mortal horror was running late.

It did not help that she was not an afficionado of Bonetown. The cross-bred architecture of that outlandish quarter confused her: a syncresis of industrialism and the gaudy domestic ostentation of the slightly rich, the peeling concrete of forgotten docklands and the stretched skins of shantytown tents. The different forms segued into each other seemingly at random in this low, flat zone, full of urban scrubland and wasteground where wildflowers and thick-stemmed plants pushed through plains of concrete and tar.