
Miss Temple is an upper-class and rather spoilt young lady, who is outraged when her fiance jilts her. Wanting only to know if he is involved with another woman, Miss Temple follows him to a huge country house. There she discovers a bizarre masquerade ball, where the other guests laughingly refer to her costume as "Suburban Rustick," and she is compelled to change into something much racier.
You may think you know where this is going, but no: Miss Temple has stumbled upon something much more dangerous than a mere sex-party.
At the same ball, equally uninvited, is an assassin, known as Cardinal Chang, whose intended target is bafflingly murdered by someone else. And then there's Abelard Svenson, an acrophobic physician whose job is to babysit a debauched and alcoholic young German prince. Miss Temple, Cardinal Chang, and Dr. Svenson, separately, witness things that they are not meant to see. Their enemies assume that they are agents of a powerful counter-conspiracy, and set about quashing them.
That's just the beginning of The Glass Books of the Dream-Eaters by Gordon Dahlquist, a teeming neo-Victorian adventure novel with plenty of gothic atmosphere. Fog, trains, creepy servants, blackmail, drugs, weird pseudo-religious rites, sinister courtesans, infernally glowing machines: they're all here, in gloriously Victorian abundance. The familiar elements could seem tired, but they're harnessed in the service of a very original and action-packed book that kept me reading and guessing long after I should have been asleep.
At 760 pages, The Glass Books of the Dream-Eaters is not a small book, and it tends to sag under its own weight occasionally. But if you're in the mood for something outrageous, violent, strange, and fun, you should give it a try.








