I had great hopes for this book. However, I Did-Not-Finish. I thought it was a time travel story. Its a fantasy/horror/historical fiction crossover novel.

This book was first published in 1983. I found the writing and story to be old fashioned and not in a campy way.

I was expecting a techno-time travel story. After 4-5 chapters this story devolved into a historical fantasy. The pantywaist protagonist Brendan Doyle's bumbling around the slums of 19th century London was cringeworthy for me. What finally clinched it was when the story lurched into the horror genre with the introduction of Horrabin the clown, magician-- I was done.

Other readers may enjoy this story. However, its not my cup of tea.