An anthology, but all the stories are written by one author, so just the one name at the top here. And just the one link, as well, if you’d like to read it.
The protagonist here, though I feel that may not be the right word, is as if someone heard a quote about “the small-minded man” and wanted to write a character who was the epitome of that epithet. Ugh.
“Rare Pears and Greengages”
I came to London, where the air smells like smoke and despair.
And really that sums this story, and the feel of the book so far, up: smoke and despair.
This story was pretty fun, but it’s the second time we’ve had a protagonist I’d describe as some sort of terrible. The lady isn’t interested, dude, leave her alone.
“Laurel Finch, Laurel Finch, Where Do You Wander?”
Abraham Lincoln isn’t above necromancy, it seems, which made the civil war a rather short affair.
That said, I desperately want more of the main character of this one – she deserves a whole novel to herself.
“Snakes on a Train”
Oh, now that’s a neat pairing for a detective movie: a telepath and a robot.
And we’re back to everything being depressing forever. Cool.
“Her Windowed Eyes, Her Chambered Heart”
I’m reminded of Castle Heterodyne, which can only be a good thing.
“Web of Blood and Iron”
Now I’m disappointed that I’ve never seen a conspiracy theory claiming vampires own the global transportation network.
I’m slightly confused by how the ‘moments’ work – are they just an arbitrary segmentation of time? I mean, probably, since they worked well for the structure of the story, but still, I want to know more. I enjoyed this one.
“Seven Clockwork Angels, All Dancing on a Pin”
There’s some serious hand-waving of science going on in here, but I do like the resulting riff on the core concept. I just wish it was all a bit better-explained.