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Evelina Cooper, the niece of the great Sherlock Holmes, is poised to enjoy her first Season in London Society. But there’s a murderer to deal with—not to mention missing automatons, a sorcerer, and a talking mouse.
 
In a Victorian era ruled by a council of ruthless steam barons, mechanical power is the real monarch and sorcery the demon enemy of the Empire. Nevertheless, the most coveted weapon is magic that can run machines—something ...

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Overview

Evelina Cooper, the niece of the great Sherlock Holmes, is poised to enjoy her first Season in London Society. But there’s a murderer to deal with—not to mention missing automatons, a sorcerer, and a talking mouse.
 
In a Victorian era ruled by a council of ruthless steam barons, mechanical power is the real monarch and sorcery the demon enemy of the Empire. Nevertheless, the most coveted weapon is magic that can run machines—something Evelina has secretly mastered. But rather than making her fortune, her special talents could mean death or an eternity as a guest of Her Majesty’s secret laboratories. What’s a polite young lady to do but mind her manners and pray she’s never found out?
 
But then there’s that murder. As Sherlock Holmes’s niece, Evelina should be able to find the answers, but she has a lot to learn. And the first decision she has to make is whether to trust the handsome, clever rake who makes her breath come faster, or the dashing trick rider who would dare anything for her if she would only just ask.

Praise for A Study in Silks
 
“This book has just about everything: magic, machines, mystery, mayhem, and all the danger one expects when people’s loves and fears collide. I can’t wait to return to the world of Evelina Cooper!”—Kevin Hearne, New York Times bestselling author of The Iron Druid Chronicles
 
“As Sherlock Holmes’s niece, investigating murder while navigating the complicated shoals of Society—and romance—in an alternate Victorian England, Evelina Cooper is a charming addition to the canon.”—Jacqueline Carey, New York Times bestselling author of the Kushiel’s Legacy series
 
“Holloway takes us for quite a ride, as her plot snakes through an alternate Victorian England full of intrigue, romance, murder, and tiny sandwiches. Full of both thrills and frills.”—Nicole Peeler, author of the Jane True series
 
A Study in Silks is a charming, adventurous ride with a heroine who is both clever and talented. The brushes with the Sherlock Holmes mythos only add to the fun of this tale, and readers are bound to fall in love with Evelina and the London she inhabits.”—Philippa Ballantine, author of Geist
 
“In A Study in Silks, Emma Jane Holloway has created a wonderful reimagining of the Sherlock Holmes mythos set in a late-Victorian Britain ruled by nefarious industrial titans called steam barons. Holloway’s clever writing, attention to detail, and sublime characters forge a fascinating world that combines brass-plated steampunk technology with magic. By turns a coming-of-age story, a gas-lamp thriller, and a whimsical magical fantasy, A Study in Silks is the premiere novel of an author to watch.”—Susan Griffith, author of the Vampire Empire series
 
“Holloway stuffs her adventure with an abundance of characters and ideas and fills her heroine with talents and graces, all within a fun, brisk narrative.”Publishers Weekly
 
“Splendid . . . The characters are thoroughly charming and the worldbuilding is first-rate.”RT Book Reviews (four stars)

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Evelina Cooper has a taste for science, a gift of magic, a famous uncle (Sherlock Holmes himself), and an uncertain future. Her parents’ scandalous elopement is the talk of the town, and she’s fending off the attentions of both her friend Imogen’s ne’er-do-well brother, Tobias, and her dashing childhood friend, circus performer Nick. Then her stay with Imogen’s family for her debut season is disrupted by the murder of a servant. As they investigate the murder, Evelina and Imogen are drawn into a web of plots surrounding the steam barons who dominate London, and even Evelina’s uncle may not be safe. Holloway stuffs her adventure with an abundance of characters and ideas and fills her heroine with talents and graces, all within a fun, brisk narrative. The importance of Evelina’s friendship with Imogen is especially welcome, though Holmes’s role in solving the central mystery gilds the lily a little too much. Agent: Sally Harding, Cooke Agency. (Sept.)
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“This book has just about everything: magic, machines, mystery, mayhem, and all the danger one expects when people’s loves and fears collide. I can’t wait to return to the world of Evelina Cooper!”—Kevin Hearne, New York Times bestselling author of The Iron Druid Chronicles
 
“As Sherlock Holmes’s niece, investigating murder while navigating the complicated shoals of Society—and romance—in an alternate Victorian England, Evelina Cooper is a charming addition to the canon.”—Jacqueline Carey, New York Times bestselling author of the Kushiel’s Legacy series
 
“Holloway takes us for quite a ride, as her plot snakes through an alternate Victorian England full of intrigue, romance, murder, and tiny sandwiches. Full of both thrills and frills.”—Nicole Peeler, author of the Jane True series
 
A Study in Silks is a charming, adventurous ride with a heroine who is both clever and talented. The brushes with the Sherlock Holmes mythos only add to the fun of this tale, and readers are bound to fall in love with Evelina and the London she inhabits.”—Philippa Ballantine, author of Geist
 
“In A Study in Silks, Emma Jane Holloway has created a wonderful reimagining of the Sherlock Holmes mythos set in a late-Victorian Britain ruled by nefarious industrial titans called steam barons. Holloway’s clever writing, attention to detail, and sublime characters forge a fascinating world that combines brass-plated steampunk technology with magic. By turns a coming-of-age story, a gas-lamp thriller, and a whimsical magical fantasy, A Study in Silks is the premiere novel of an author to watch.”—Susan Griffith, author of the Vampire Empire series
 
“Holloway stuffs her adventure with an abundance of characters and ideas and fills her heroine with talents and graces, all within a fun, brisk narrative.”Publishers Weekly
 
“Splendid . . . The characters are thoroughly charming and the worldbuilding is first-rate.”RT Book Reviews (four stars)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345537188
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 9/24/2013
  • Series: Baskerville Affair Series , #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 560
  • Sales rank: 319,641
  • Product dimensions: 4.38 (w) x 6.92 (h) x 1.24 (d)

Meet the Author

Ever since childhood, Emma Jane Holloway refused to accept that history was nothing but facts imprisoned behind the closed door of time. Why waste a perfectly good playground coloring within the time lines? Accordingly, her novels are filled with whimsical impossibilities and the occasional eye-blinking impertinence—but always in the service of grand adventure.
 
An award-winning author of both historical and urban-fantasy romance, Holloway has an honors degree in English literature. Writing as Sharon Ashwood, she won the RITA award for paranormal romance for the third book of her Dark Forgotten series. She lives in the Pacific Northwest and is owned by the Demon Lord of Kitty Badness.

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Holloway / A STUDY IN SILKS

Chapter One

London, April 4, 1888

Hilliard House

10:45 p.m. Wednesday

Evelina froze, a breath half taken catching in her throat, nerves tingling down every limb. She sat unmov- ing for a long moment, searching the shadows cast by her candle on the dusty attic floorboards.

Slowly, methodically, her gaze probed each corner of the space around her. Stacks of trunks and boxes made elephantine humps in the darkness. Furniture lurked phantomlike under dust covers. Attics were for storage of the useless and forgotten, for memories and the occasional secret. The only creatures that should be moving up here were ghosts and mice. Yet she’d heard something else. Or sensed it.

Still barely daring to breathe, Evelina carefully set the minuscule piece of machinery she held back into its box, resting her tiny long-nosed pliers next to it. Her fingers lingered on the casket for a moment, caressing her brass and steel creation almost tenderly. Most nights, she retreated to the attic to work in private after the rest of Hilliard House had retired. This was the one place, the one time, she enjoyed the absolute freedom to indulge her talents. No one else came up here, especially not this late.

And yet, she heard the creak of the door at the bottom of the attic stairs, then a footfall. Someone was coming. Odd, because the household had retired early—His Lordship had declared himself and his lady in need of a quiet night in. Therefore, no one dared to so much as rustle a candy wrapper tonight.

So who was up and about? Apprehension prickled along her arms. In the privacy of her own mind, Evelina Cooper gave a very improper curse.

There were any number of reasons why a young lady, gently reared by a respectable grandmamma, did not want to be caught hiding in the attic in the dead of night. First would be the inevitable assumption that she was meeting a lover. Why was it that no one imagined a young lady might have more weighty interests?

Second, whatever trouble she got into would automatically rebound on her best friend, Imogen Roth. Hilliard House belonged to her schoolmate’s high-and-mighty father, Lord Bancroft, and Evelina was a guest for the Season at Imogen’s request. If she were caught doing anything even mildly scandalous, Lord B was more likely to mount both their heads on his study wall than to listen to excuses.

And an unladylike fascination with mechanics was enough to cause comment. It was time to vanish, thoroughly and quickly. She snuffed the candle with her bare fingers. Moonlight slanted through the window, painting the attic in a watery light. She gathered up the scatter of parts and tools she’d strewn about the floor and placed them into the box, careful not to make a clatter. After a last glance around, she closed the lid and silently hid the box and candle behind a rolled-up carpet leaning against the wall.

Evelina’s stomach cramped with tension. There wasn’t just one pair of heavy feet coming up the stairs. She definitely heard two. Damnation!

Her mind went blank for a split second, as devoid of ideas as a pristine sheet of paper. There was only the single exit. She had to hide, but where? The third reason she absolutely, categorically could not be caught was because her box didn’t just hold tools; it held implements of magic. That fact would raise more questions than she was prepared to answer.

The footsteps were loud now, nearly to the top of the stairs. She could see the flash of a lantern swinging to and fro. Male voices filled the cavernous gloom. Servants, by their accents. The deep voices of big, strong brutes.

“Why the bloody hell is it always something in the attic they want moved?” one grumbled.

“ ’Cause if it were easy, they wouldn’t be paying us to lug it down the stairs, would they?” said the other. “Now shut it and do your job.”

With desperate haste, Evelina pulled off her shoes and stockings and stuffed them behind the carpet with her box. Then she bolted for the window and carefully pushed up the sash, hoping the noise the two men made was enough to hide the scrape of wood on wood.

A blast of night air ruffled her hair. Gathering her skirts tight, she crawled out the window, balancing on the narrow decorative ledge that ran along the outside of the house. It was lucky she was wearing a plain work dress, not much fancier than one of the maid’s uniforms. If she’d been dressed in a dinner gown with a bustle and miles of petticoats, she would never have managed. Fortunately, she’d abandoned all that nonsense during her late-night sessions, letting herself bend and breathe free.

Her bare toes felt for the cool stone, sensitive to every dip and ridge. The ledge was just wider than her foot, easy enough to walk on if one had good balance. The voices were getting louder. Anxiety nipped at her heels. Her knees trembled with the effort to hold herself back, not to move too quickly. She had no trouble with heights, but haste could literally be her downfall.

Taking a breath, Evelina edged away from the window, not daring to take the time to close it behind her. One step, then two, and she was out of sight. Even if they guessed someone else had been there, no one would look for one of Lord Bancroft’s houseguests clinging like a bug to the wall. Of course, how many graduates of the Wollaston Academy for Young Ladies numbered walking a tightrope among their accomplishments? Then again, how many were orphans with one grandmother in charge of a country estate and another who told fortunes with Ploughman’s Paramount Circus? In some ways, Evelina had spent her whole life on a narrow ledge, balanced between two completely different worlds.

She gripped the wall behind her, inching farther still from the open window. With any luck, she would find another unlocked window and crawl back inside. While she was safe from the servants within the house, too many neighbors had a good view of her perch. The house had a large walled garden behind it, a legacy from a rural past, but now it faced onto busy Beaulieu Square. To either side of Hilliard House, arches of terraced homes flanked a circular garden.

Perhaps she would have been better off ducking under a dust cover? But then, she had always been more inclined to take risks than to hide. That was half her problem. She might have learned to act like a lady, but she still didn’t think like one. Ladies didn’t sneak about, and they certainly didn’t attempt unheard-of experiments just to prove to them- selves that they were every bit as smart as a man—and clever enough to attend a university college—but that was exactly what Evelina was doing in her attic retreat. She took risks, but not without a reason.

The wind snatched strands of her dark hair and whipped it around her face. She caught bits of sound: the clop-clop of horses, a distant pianoforte murdering a Chopin ballade, the muffled notes of a female voice coming from just around the corner of the house. Evelina caught a man’s answering tones, harshly ordering the woman, half buried beneath the chime of church bells. Eleven? How had it become so late?

She edged along, curious to catch more of the conversation, but the voices had died away. Her path toward them was blocked anyway. An oak tree grew beside the house, one of its thick branches angling up to scrape against the gutters. Evelina could easily reach it with one hand. Then two. She pulled herself up, swinging one leg over the rough trunk. Her skirts hitched, bunched, and generally got in the way, but she got to her feet and was soon moving cautiously toward the heavy foliage nearer the trunk. It wasn’t perfect cover, but a girl in a tree was a lot less visible than a girl silhouetted against a moonlit wall.

Evelina paused, crouching low and balancing with one hand on a neighboring branch. Bits of bark scraped the tender soles of her feet, but she forgot the discomfort in a momentary rush of exhilaration. It was so rare that she got to really use her body since she had passed the divide between girl and woman. At Imogen’s house, where she could roam almost at will, Evelina enjoyed the freedom to think and work. But even at Hilliard House, a lady did not clamber about in trees.

She let the April wind play with her hair and skirts. It was chill, the scent of rain reminding her spring was slow to give way to summer. From up here she could see a sliver of London, gaslights tracking in zigzags across the richer parts of the city. And, besides the lamps on the streets, in- dividual homes sported their own displays beside their doors, on balconies, or wherever smaller globes could be mounted. The more prosperous a household was, the more of the fashionable—and expensive—lights it had, until the richest parts of the city sparkled like the jewels of a fairyland queen.

The lights nearby showed a faint gold tinge, while those farther away were blue or green or red. The color of the glass globes marked the district and the company that provided them—and, by extension, which of the so-called steam barons controlled the light and heat for the people who lived there. According to Lord Bancroft, the owners of the great coal and gas companies had divided London—divided all the Empire in fact—into uneven slices like a pie. Steam was their mainstay, but they had bought up other things, like coal mines, railways, and even some factories. She understood the colored lights were a symbol of their stranglehold, but it did make for a pretty sight when the lamps came on at night.

Of course, there were always exceptions—those houses that sat dark and cold. There were whole neighborhoods like that in the poor districts like Whitechapel, but the rich streets had them, too. They were called the Disconnected, these people who had either lost all their money or, even worse, lost the favor of the steam barons.

The thought went by in a moment, as fleeting as the breeze, but it was enough to distract her. When she shifted her weight to move again, her foot slipped. For a wild, heart-stopping moment, she felt herself falling. Leaves and branches rushed toward her, clawing at her hair and face. Reflexively, she hooked a leg around the branch while her hands flailed for something to grip. Then, with a hoarse gasp, she caught herself.

Now Evelina hung upside down, a gentlewoman’s version of a tree sloth. Waves of panic slid beneath the surface of her control, threatening to crack her to pieces. She squeezed her eyes closed, refusing to give in to the tears of fright and embarrassment prickling for release.

Hullo.

The voice came from inside her head, but she felt the light pressure of the greeting like a finger prodding her consciousness. She opened her eyes. A faint, slightly luminous green smudge hung inches from her face.

“Hello,” she muttered.

The light bobbed, seeming to look her over. What are you doing?

Evelina bit back a scathing retort. The creature was a deva, a nature spirit. They seemed to bear the characteristics of different elements: wood or air, fire or water, or maybe a combination in between. Some were tiny and others huge and fierce. The countryside was thick with them, though city gardens sometimes had spirits, too. This one had probably claimed the tree as its home. Those of the Blood—like her fortune-telling grandmother’s side of the family—could see them. Everyone else called them the stuff of fairy tales.

Just Evelina’s luck if someone found her stuck in a tree talking to an invisible creature. Lord B would send her packing before she could say “Bedlam.” Of course, it would be worse if anyone actually believed she could talk to na- ture spirits. That counted as magic, deemed by most as immoral and by the courts as illegal. Just today, they’d arrested a witch who was also a renowned actress named Nellie Reynolds. If someone as popular as her wasn’t safe, Evelina didn’t stand a chance.

I asked, the deva repeated in a tart voice, what you are doing in my tree?

“I’m stuck. I was running away, and I fell.” What had she been thinking? Evelina cursed her idiocy. She wasn’t one of the Fabulous Flying Coopers anymore and hadn’t been on a tightrope since she was a child.

You should leave climbing to cats.

She just growled by way of response. Using her legs for leverage, she started to squirm in an effort to haul herself upright. Unfortunately, there were no handholds to help her get to the top side of the branch. It was a matter of pure strength and balance, both of which seemed to be fading fast. Her arms were starting to shake. I’m getting soft.

The thought made her jaw clench. “Give me some help, deva!”

Of course, it didn’t. They never did unless compelled, and her tools—the needle and grains of amber she used in the spell with which she bound a spirit—were in the wretched box, hidden where bothersome servants couldn’t find it. Making a last effort, Evelina wriggled and twisted until she found new handholds. When she finally got her bearings, she was facing the other way, toward the house, but she was upright again.

The deva had vanished. “Thanks for nothing,” she muttered. Now she had scrapes on her palms, and she was sure she’d heard her hem tear on the stump of a twig. Still, she had got herself back up on the branch. That counted for something.

She glanced toward the attic window, hoping against hope that the servants had left. No, she could still see their lamplight. What were they looking for?

More carefully this time, she moved along the upward-sloping branch just far enough to get a better view. Not too close, though. She didn’t want them to see her looking in.

The men had hung their oil lantern from a hook in the ceiling. A pool of light spread over the scene, far brighter than that of Evelina’s candle. Now that she saw the men’s faces, she recognized them as Lord Bancroft’s grooms. From what she’d observed, he used them frequently for odd, hard-to-explain tasks.

Five huge brass-studded steamer trunks had been taken from a stack against the wall and moved onto the floor. Evelina remembered they bore a maker’s mark from Austria, where Lord Bancroft had served as ambassador.

“What’s in these?” asked one groom. She could just hear them through the open window.

“Don’t know.” The other stopped, wiping his forehead on his sleeve.

“Figure if we have to take them cross-country, we should know, eh?” The first one bent down, pulling out his pocket knife and worrying at the lock. She heard the click of the heavy mechanism. Heavy metal hasps sprang open, as if triggered by springs.

Evelina watched intently, fascination outweighing the cold and the discomfort of her seat. It took both men to lift the lid of the trunk. One of them stepped back, seeming to recoil with disgust.

“God in Heaven,” the man cursed. “It smells like something died in there.”

Evelina’s eyes widened, and she gripped the branch even tighter. The scent didn’t reach her, but her skin prickled as if doused with magnetic energy. Stale, bad energy that left her fearful of the dark.

The interior of the trunk was lined with blue satin and sculpted to hold the limbs, head, and torso of a dismembered body. Panic clenched her belly, and Evelina gasped loudly before she could stop herself. Good God, what is this?

Then she caught sight of the metal joints at the shoulders and hips. The body wasn’t human. In fact, it was covered in coarse, dun-colored ticking, and the face and hands were painted porcelain, just like a child’s doll. An automaton. But it looked just real enough to send another shiver down her spine. She must not have been the only one to feel that way. The man pulled the lid down with a bang, shutting the frightful thing from sight.

She felt an almost palpable relief. That had to be the ugliest automaton ever made, the face staring and slack-jawed. Was it one of Lord Bancroft’s souvenirs from Austria? She’d never heard anyone mention such a thing. Did each of those trunks have a monstrosity like that inside?

Of course, the appearance of the clockwork girl wasn’t the most interesting thing. Even from where Evelina sat in the tree, she could tell the automaton vibrated with magic. And not any magic, but sorcery of the wickedest kind.

A chill of relief, anxiety, and a peculiar kind of terror shivered through her. What she had just witnessed was both a shield and an Achilles’ heel. Whatever secrets Evelina was hiding, she now knew the impeccable Lord Bancroft was concealing much, much worse.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 9, 2013

    Witty, clever and grabbing.

    I admit, I was hesitant to pick up what the description implied was essentially Sherlock Holmes fan-fiction. I am glad I did, however. While Sherlock does pop in every now and then the story is entirely Evelina's. The steampunk and magic elements really lend themselves to the plot favorably and I quite enjoyed working out the various twists and turns they threw in. It is well written and the characters develop wonderfully and in sometimes unexpected ways. For me the ability of a novel to surprise me is something I value. No, this isn't a piece of literary history that will change your world, but reading for pleasure isn't about that. I definitely recommend this.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 6, 2013

    Plot spoilers

    Here again we have too many plot spoilers revealing every detail of the book then bragging how THEY got their book for free for their so called honest review, when we all know is a bought review. Bn, please put a stop to these plot spoilers and their book report reviews. They should be banned and their book reports deleted as they ruin the books for other readers.

    3 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 26, 2013

    If you like your characters...

    to be in a constant state of angst, then this book is for you. I couldn't get even half way through it. The main character, who's a niece of the famous Sherlock Holmes, constantly comments that she should be able to solve this mystery, yet doesn't do much of any kind of investigation. She's too caught up in her love life - trying to decide which man she really loves. The story line has no light moments to help the plot along. Too much doom and gloom for my taste.

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 25, 2013

    This book is well worth reading, assuming you can handle all 549

    This book is well worth reading, assuming you can handle all 549 pages. It has everything a great book needs, suspense, romance, a bit of sci-fi, and extreme intrigue. The setting takes place in the 19th century in Victorian England, around the time period of Sherlock Holmes. 




    Evelina has magical powers, which her Uncle Sherlock does not condone. This matches how I think Sherlock would respond to a niece thinking she has powers. In addition, magic is forbidden, and punishable by death or experimental testing. 




    Evelina is a commoner, but wishes to be part of the wealthy society as a magician, an investigator and a debutante. See, her mother was upper class, and her father was from circus folk. Everything Evelina dabbles in, is viewed as not lady like. 




    To make things even more complicated, she has two boyfriends that she's juggling. There's Nick, another magician who she has known since her childhood in the circus, who shares something common with her, magic, and the circus. Then there's Imogen brother, Tobias, who is handsome and intelligent and makes her feel things no other can. They both hold different and unique spots in her heart. 




    She's set out to solve the murder of a parlor maid named Grace, which takes place in the mansion she herself is a guest in. There are clues left behind that could possibly ruin reputations and cause an uproar. She's no ordinary sleuth of her time, she has the genes of Sherlock Holmes in her which are possibly going to aid or hinder her investigation. 




    Jane Holloway knows how to bring the magical world to life, and enthrall the reader. She especially captures the attention of the reader, by ending the book in a cliff hanger to die for. Many of the sub plots are unresolved, and if you're anything like me, you'll be dying to find out what happens. At the same time, I'm glad it didn't go any longer, with the amount of pages that I had already read, I was excited to finally finish the book. I give this book 5/5 with great enthusiasm. I'm excited for the sequel. 

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 3, 2013

    Got it from a friend! Loved it! 

    Got it from a friend! Loved it! 

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 24, 2013

    Great!!

    Really great book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 28, 2013

    Amazing! I loved everything about this book! It's full of murder

    Amazing! I loved everything about this book! It's full of murder, mystery, magic, steampunk, and some romance. I highly recommend it! I cannot wait to read the next book in the series!

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  • Posted September 26, 2013

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    Evelina, the niece of Sherlock Holmes, is trying to make her way

    Evelina, the niece of Sherlock Holmes, is trying to make her way in the Victorian era's society. Joining her friend for their coming out, she is caught in a murder mystery...a young maid has been murdered with magical traces left behind. Trying to save the reputation of the kind family that has taken her in for the season, Evelina slowly uncovers truths that can destroy all she cares about. 

    There might be a Queen of England but the “steam barons” are ruling the country by monopolizing the utilities' distribution. Ruthlessly the barons fight for more power while other political mechanizations come into play. 

    Caught in these games, Evelina must enlist her sleuthing abilities as well as her mechanical and magical gifts. In a world where witches are burned at the stake or become a resident of the Queens laboratories, this path might also lead to Evelina's destruction.

    The characters were packed full of emotion and realism, making their journey a fascinating and alluring trip to take. Detail and care was taken with the historical language, back ground and social acceptability, pulling us back into time but adding the perfect mechanical splash of steampunk.

    A wonderful romantic tension exists between Evelina, Tobias and Nick. A choice between her old life and new, right and wrong and duty and honor all come into play...the strength of character shown by Evelina's perseverance was extraordinary.

    I loved this book. I found A Study in Silks a brilliantly witty and imaginative twist to an off shoot of the Sherlock Holmes stories. Crossing steampunk, paranormal, romance and historical fiction, this story was a perfect and seamless blending or all my favorite genres. 

    This ARC copy of A Study in Silks was given to me by Random House - Del Rey in exchange for a honest review. This book is set for publication on September 24, 2013.

    Written by: Emma Jane Holloway
    Series: The Baskerville Affair
    Sequence in Series: 1
    Print Length: 560 pages
    Publisher: Del Rey - Random House
    Publication Date: September 24, 2013
    Rating: 5 Stars
    Genre: historical-fiction, paranormal, romance, steampunk
    Age Recommendation: Young Adult +

    1 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 16, 2014

    Wonderful well written start to a series!

    Wonderful well written start to a series!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2014

    Couldn't get into it

    After reading over 100 pages of this book, I still wasn't invested in it. I just couldn' t bring myself to care about the mystery or the characters.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 18, 2014

    Brilliant!

    Brilliant! This novel dives right in. Of course Holmes neice would be as dynamic a character as he is. So many elements to her personality and to the plot. She spends part of her childhood in a circus, the other groomed and educated as a lady. But her life isn't slated for ballrooms and early marriage. Nuff said. You have to read the rest.

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  • Posted January 3, 2014

    Great

    A well written book that kept me turning the pages. Sherlock Holmes niece and steampunk. Fun. Liked it well enough that I'm on the third book of the trilogy. I recommend it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2014

    an interesting amalgamation

    Some of it works and some of it does not but since I am a fan of Sherlock Holmes, steampunk and fantasy it is a passable way to spend an afternoon.

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  • Posted January 3, 2014

    Lots of fun!

    This is a wonderful steampunk take on Sherlock Holmes. I enjoyed this one tremendously. :)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 30, 2013

    Don't bother

    When the most interesting chracters are a clockwok mouse and bird.....it isn't worth the time or the effort

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 21, 2013

    Deduction, devas, and debutantes

    Great pacing with a complex, delightfully original plot.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 14, 2013

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    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 11, 2013

    Tap me.

    This book is as good as your mom, which is really bad.

    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 8, 2013

    If You Can Keep A Secret&hearts Chapter Three&hearts

    Go to the result(or book) before this one.

    0 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 5, 2013

    Ghhjkil.

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    0 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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