I’ll be honest. I picked up Natasha Pulley’s Watchmaker of Filigree Street because of the gold etchings on the cover and the green edges to the pages. I suspect it counts as Steam Punk.
In 1883, with Whitehall on high alert because of a bomb threat from Irish republicans, Nathaniel Steepleton, the Home Office telegraphist who picked up the threat, is mysteriously left an expensive gold watch. It doesn’t appear to work, but he carries it around anyway. And then it saves his life from the blast which destroys Scotland Yard, and he goes in search of its maker.
I really enjoyed The Watchmaker. There is a lovely cast of characters – my favourite probably being the clockwork octopus Katsu – and the plot is detailed and beautifully woven together.
It ran like clockwork…