What I thought I was getting was a pre-apocalyptic setting, of magical wonder where the lights were just about to go down. What I got was essentially a fairly standard British satire of Victorian London with almost nothing original about it (and I hadn't intended to buy a parody in the first place, let alone one with jokes older than Monty Python's routines). The apocalyptic issues were pretty stock and mundane, as well as taking up a very small section of the book, and they didn't feel well-integrated into the rest of Endon.
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