A wonderful mix of Victorian gothic and fantasy crime. Very fast, very funny and quite unbelievable (I think) and much better than its cover.
Instead he turned to Moon and said: 'You're not a man accustomed to failure.'
'You're used to solving crimes after an hour or two in the Stacks, to unravelling riddles from your armchair, to coming up with vital insights in the arms of some misshapen girl at Puggsleys'.
Moon sounded almost afraid. 'How do you know about this?'
Cribb shrugged. 'You told me. Or rather you will.'