When Denton hears there’s a fellow missing from Oxford, it takes him a while to grasp that “fellow,” in this instance, means some sort of academic character, and not, you know, a fellow. A bloke. Never mind: He’s happy to set off for Oxford and poke around. He imagines a holiday, a peaceful sojourn among the hushed libraries and the famous dreaming spires. It will be so different from frantic, filthy London, muscling its way into the 20th century… Turns out, those dreaming spires hide nightmares as wicked as anything in the city's back alleys. He stumbles in particular into the web of vicious rivalries otherwise known as the School of Archeology, with hatreds rooted in the famous discovery of the ancient city of Troy. Grisly suicides, terrifying curses, threats of eye-popping violence—it’s the stuff of penny dreadfuls. No wonder the fellow has disappeared; Denton wouldn’t mind following his lead and hopping a train back to London.
