The epilogue to this book almost caused me to bump this up to a four-star review. Almost. But given that the vast majority of it had me quite comfortably rating it as a 3, I'm going to stay with that. But the ending is just interesting enough to convince to to pick up another.
is perfectly competent Victorian London steampunk, if not anything that
set my personal world on fire. It is also a mystery, with male and
female detectives, and if there is the hint of future romance, at least
that wasn't the focus of the whole novel.
Men are turning up
strangled in Whitechapel, killed, so go the reports, by a man glowing
blue. Newbury, curator at the British Museum and Special Investigator
for the Empire is called to investigate, along with his plucky young
assistant, Veronica Hobbes.
But they are diverted by a blimp
crash, in which the passengers appear to have been tied to their seats,
and the pilot missing. This leads them to a prominent industrialist who
has recently diversified into automatons, which they claim couldn't
possibly be acting erratically.
Oh, and there is a zombie (Mann uses "revenant") plague in the poorer areas of London, so you don't want to be out after dark.
you like steampunk, this seems like a perfectly good journeyman entry
into the genre. It was fun, and entertaining, and the mystery
sufficiently diverting. And the epilogue adds a new layer to one of the
main characters that made them much more interesting to me.