What made Vince grab the passing seabird by its feet and brandish it at his attacker he would never know, but the struggling penguin was understandably miffed at finding itself faced with what appeared to be a giant rival penguin, and started viciously slashing at Stevens with the sides of its razor-sharp beak.

I chose this quotation because I found it funny, but it isn't exactly representative of a book that is a fast-paced thriller, not a comedy. Vincent Reynolds finds himself running for his life in a treasure hunt across night time London, trying to solve ten cryptic clues before morning without getting too many people killed along the way. But have the arrogant and murderous upper class members of the League of Prometheus who set the challenge really gone to all that trouble just because of their love of games-playing? I loved this book, and found the twists and turns of the plot towards the ending truly surprising. My only criticism would be that the book seemed to end a bit abruptly.

Unfortunately I don't know London's geography and history well enough to solve the clues myself; I had vague ideas about a few of them, but not enough to have found the envelope containing the next clue. ( )

A rather dark and disturbing novel of urban fantasy. ( )