The madness continues in this tome of mesmerism and bad manners. Here’s a sampling:

“The resurrectionists approach the back door of the Royal College of Surgeons, giving wide berth to the paid-off bobbie who stands in their path, very obviously paying no attention.

A white-coated surgeon admits the resurrectionists with their load, whispering, “Make haste, make haste, you two–er three.”

An entity slides out of the shadows and slips unnoticed into the college on the resurrectionists’ heels. Before the door can close, he glances back over his shoulder, revealing himself to be….”

Who? Springheels Jack?

This novel should appear as a modern-day penny dreadful slab by slab in consecutive issues of Fortean Times! In fact, what I was mentally reaching for was illustrations by Hunt Emerson of Phenomenomix, and wishing that somehow wishing would make it more than a wish–in fact, true.

But alas, we have to console ourselves with some rather nice cover art of a lady with a lightningbolt between her breasts.

It’s that kind of book, folks.

Available for $15.50 CDN/ 13.95 USA
from www.crossingchaos.com

And it’s small enough to hide in your back pocket.