By Lawrence Norfolk
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It is 18th-century London and John Lempriere, a tender student, is writing a dictionary of classical mythology in an try and exorcise the demons raised by way of his father's violent and weird loss of life. whereas tending to his father's company affairs, Lempriere discovers a 150-year outdated conspiracy that has stored his relatives from its percentage of the fabulously prosperous East India corporation. yet as John starts off to untangle the years of poser and deceit, humans start to die, in ways in which replicate the very myths he's researching....
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From in the cellar, the rain sounded in lacklustre, abnormal waves. Nazim might see it being slapped down into the road through the wind in the course of the slender grille which gave a worm’s eye view onto the pavement and the abandoned highway past. Water-drops slapped in a short pulse from the sill simply above. Peering during the chinks within the forums above his head he can make out the dim gentle of a window within the room without delay over his head. The bare-earth ground sloped clear of lower than him as he lay staring up on the joists. It was once the driest half, yet as he appeared up a bead of water collected, swelled and fell, then one other, one other, splash! on his brow and reluctantly he set approximately relocating his makeshift mattress for the 3rd time that evening. A drop stuck him at the again of the neck and he cursed silently. extra rain. Nazim shuffled the planks rigorously clear of the drip and lay down once again. His black eyes appeared up at not anything and he breathed air heavy with damp. The eyes closed. He stretched his legs out alongside the plank. He imagined he felt rain seeping into him, his physique turning into heavier and heavier. He might wakeful to discover himself waterlogged, not able to shift his personal sodden weight. Nonsense. … He may dissolve and be not anything. He may sleep, and wake, and resume. the next day, the docks. Sleep, wake, resume, sleep, wake… down on him in waves. The cellar’s tender earth gave approach a bit underneath his shoulder, the plank moved and he sighed to himself because the evening moved slowly on. Morning was once hours off but, the sunrise and its gray gentle in which his dockside vigil might proceed. The send will be there, the Vendragon, with its supplement of shunters and porters and he could watch because the chilly took the sweat off their backs in clouds. Coker, had that been the identify? Coker, the gangleader whose phrases he had stuck from his hiding position among the piled equipment at the quay. The thin-faced guy had watched him as he tipped his hat ahead and made off round the nook at a velocity. pretend farewells, covert returns. Coker, convinced. He intended not anything. no longer major. He had doubled again and crept alongside the quayside, lots of hide, effortless for him to get in shut, to overhear the 2 of them. ‘… inside of weeks. because the so much arrive; you may be instructed. you can be handy? ’ however it was once now not a question. Nazim heard calculations within the thin-faced man’s voice. Coker had twisted his fingers. He will be on hand, his males too. The crates Nazim had spent the final days looking at as they have been loaded have been arriving irregularly. yet from the place? And whilst? Nazim had strained to seize information, however the had merely touched on it. someplace in London, within the urban. cease the river at its resource. Nazim fancied himself tangled in tributaries and off-shoots, misplaced, attending the outside hum of the desktop. He couldn't count on to profit even more from conserving watch over the Vendragon. The crates, the lads, the send, all of them marked a path prime him clear of the 9. ‘Mizzer Mara,’ Coker had known as the thin-faced guy. ‘Mizzer Mara’ used to be considered one of them. The older face which had seemed within the attic window a bit method up the jetty that first day, had re-appeared a number of instances due to the fact.