![]() ![]() ![]() He has near-miraculous stamina and powers of recovery, and there's just enough of a hint of darkness behind his boyish grin to make him interesting. Like an elegant blend of James Bond and Indiana Jones working as a stand-in for Sherlock Holmes while he's on sabbatical, he's a Victorian investigative secret agent moonlighting as an anthropology academic who specialises in religion and supernatural practices. Sir Maurice Newbury is handsome, clever, dashing, modest, and every inch the hero. ![]() ![]() Revenant corpses and vengeful, ghostly policemen in the dense fog of Whitechapel don't phase Newbury, however, accustomed as he is to dabbling in the occult. Queen Victoria is still alive (after a fashion) and one of her trusted Crown Agents has his work cut out investigating some decidedly odd goings-on in the capital alongside the chaps at Scotland Yard. London, 1901: airships and automata herald a shining future in a city of steam-powered road trains and carriages. Good fun with a thrilling climax, worth reading as a starter if the whole series appeals. Summary: A promising steampunk mystery set in a well thought out version of Victorian London, which spoilt itself a little by an over-reliance on handy coincidences. ![]()
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