Michael Magister is back from the dead. Phoebe Le Breton has never been more alive. They were this close to a quiet life.
The Black Bishop’s assassins are still hunting them. Special Branch is watching their every move. And two astronomers have turned up dead at the Royal Observatory in Greenwich. Scotland Yard can’t explain it — and doesn’t want to admit why.
Melville needs the magicians one more time. The question is whether they’ll survive long enough to solve it.
Edmonds brings in a medium who looks like nobody’s idea of a threat — and her spirit guide, Nostradamus himself — and uses the collision between Victorian rationalism and the genuinely inexplicable to brilliant effect. The mystery is tighter than the previous two. The personal stakes for Michael and Phoebe are higher. And the ending surfaces a question about time that was always there, hiding in plain sight.
The clock is ticking. Whether it’s going forward or backward is the whole point.
The third and most nail-biting entry in the series. Don’t start here — the payoff requires the journey.