Synopsis (from Goodreads):
A steampunk mystery adventure featuring immortality, artifacts, and intrepid sleuths Sir Maurice Newbury and Miss Veronica Hobbes. Sir Maurice Newbury, Gentleman Investigator for the Crown, imagines life will be a little quieter after his dual successes solving The Affinity Bridge affair. But he hasn’t banked on his villainous predecessor, Knox, who is hell-bent on achieving immortality, not to mention a secret agent who isn’t quite what he seems….
After reading this one I was left with mixed feelings. On the one hand I truly enjoyed that mummy-unwrapping party and its aftermath. I also liked Newbury, a flawed agent of the crown who likes opium and laudanum too much for his own good. He made me think of Sherlock Holmes – just a little bit but still. Veronica Hobbes, his sidekick and almost a love interest, had every chances of breaking the damsel-in-distress mould. She was really, really close.
And then the inevitable started. Poor pacing. Too many coincidences. Predictable action. Predictable characters. Stating and restating the obvious. Telling instead of showing. Don’t even let me start on the whole ‘Victorian Egyptology’ issue which grated on my nerves more and more. The author is, perhaps, a fan of ‘The Mummy’ because he recounted slavishly the stupidest cliches from that movie, including mummification as a kind of sadistic ‘punishment’ *headdesk*. Let me just say this: mummification was very expensive. Egyptians knew simpler and cheaper methods to kill a traitor and they would never waste an elaborate coffin on them…