Dogs With Their Eyes Shut [Hardcover] by Paul Meloy

Product Code: 978-1-848635-83-8
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A NOVELLA by Paul Meloy
EDITION  Hardcover

COVER ART  Vincent Chong
Unsigned Jacketed Hardcover - ISBN 978-1-848635-84-5 [£12] [SOLD OUT]

100 JHC signed by Paul Meloy  — ISBN 978-1-848635-83-8 [£25]

When dogs sleep, they dream. And the way dogs sleep and the way they dream is very similar to the way humans sleep and dream. It’s all about the eyes, and how they see things. We have a very similar design of eye. When I found Bix, the connection was made and from that day on, when Bix dreamed, I shared those dreams with him and I could go to the Quays.
And so the War with the Autoscopes continues, raging across dreams and drawing the remaining Firmament Surgeons together. Unaware of his spectacular lineage, the narrator of this story enjoys, for a short, sweet time, the delight of lucid dreams through which he follows the adventures of a beautiful girl named Lesley and her battles with the baroque Uproar Contraptions.
Only when he is told that what he thinks are dreams are more than just his imagination, his complacency is shattered and he realises he has to find a way to gain access to the Quays and rescue Lesley from the horrors of the ancient Autoscope they call The Flyblown Man.
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Peter Tennant
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The latest instalment in Paul Meloy’s emerging cosmology, DOGS WITH THEIR EYES SHUT, ties in to previous stories detailing the conflict between the Firmament Surgeons and the Autoscopes, stories which have appeared in various magazines, including those from TTA Press, and are assembled en masse in the collection Islington Crocodiles. Of particular note, it continues the adventures of Lesley, who we first met in the British Fantasy Award winning story ‘Black Static’, from which this magazine took its name.             Fascinated by dogs as a child, the unnamed protagonist moves into a caravan park where he is befriended by Bix, and the canine’s companionship opens him up to strange dreams of a place called Quay-Endula and the young woman Lesley, who captains the ship Rogue Angela and sails in search of salvage to snatch from the grasp of the Toyceivers and their Outrage Contraptions. Along the way he learns something of his true identity and heritage, the role he is to play in the coming war, but before he can get to grips with that our hero must travel to Quay-Endula with Bix and save Lesley from the Flyblown Man.             Meloy has produced a complex, convoluted story, with a plot that constantly twists and turns, one in which his dexterity at balancing very human concerns against the greater cosmic backdrop shines through. Central to it all is the richness of his creation, with Lesley in a fantasy template world of taverns and murky backstreets, of fighting ships and funicular railways that feels as real as it is marvellous, a place where she interacts with extraordinary people in an ordinary way, a manner that adds depth to the other concerns, the threat of war with a merciless enemy. Similarly in our world the narrator’s love of dogs and memories of an idyllic childhood are juxtaposed with talk of Firmament Surgeons and Autoscopes, Paladins and Ingress Gantries, elements that play off each other to stunning effect. With hindsight, the war between Firmament Surgeons and Autoscopes has a Miltonian feel to it, a battle between legions of angels and their fallen brethren, with the fate of all Creation hanging in the balance, while on a less serious note, the metal frames that snatch ships from our world to that of the Quays put me in mind of nothing so much as those grab machines they have in seaside amusement parks. Meloy’s invention can’t be faulted, with some memorable scenes of mayhem vividly realised on the page as the Toyceivers fly their Outrage Contraptions, and who can forget such wonderfully named villains as the Flyblown Man and Nurse Melt. And, as a final incentive, for those with a dog fetish there is plenty here to make you feel vindicated in your support of man’s best friend. At the end we’re left thoroughly satisfied and at the same time aching for more, and more is what Meloy promises, with the warning that it’s all going off in Lakenheath.