It’s the height of the season in Britian’s Georgian Period, and people are turning up dead. No, we don’t mean those very nice ladies you see at proper events. Yes, dear, we *know* they’re dead, but mind your manners. We’re talking about murder victims, not those innocent, sweet zombies.
If Gail Carriger, Jane Austen and Stephen King decided to write a book together, this might be the result.
Flat out, I loved it. The premise is absolutely absurd, but so well thought out that I couldn’t help but be convinced. I enjoyed this world, the people who inhabit it, and the rules of society that everyone plays by. Set aside your pride and your prejudice, put on a nice pair of gloves, and dive in.