A review by dcunitz
Children of Ruin by Adrian Tchaikovsky

4.0

“He wished more than anything in the world to be synaesthetic right then, so he would have some extra way to process the information his senses were giving him. He had expected the alien air to be pungent, ghastly. Instead it was heady with odors his body could do nothing with. They smelled like something, like nothing. They were cocktails of molecules his nose had never needed to identify before.”