By Mark Gatiss
The terrific Lucifer field returns for an additional around of lively, pun-heavy sleuthing during this devilishly decadent sequel to the acclaimed The Vesuvius Club.
Lucifer field — portraitist, dandy and extraordinarily solid undercover agent — is feeling his age. He's additionally greater than a bit frightened approximately an bold more youthful agent, Percy Flarge, who's snapping at his heels. Assigned to monitor the actions of fascist chief Olympus Mons and his fanatical fans, or "Amber Shirts," in F.A.U.S.T. — The Fascist Anglo-United States Trinity (an acronym so tortuous it will probably basically be sinister) — in snowbound Twenties manhattan, field unearths himself framed for a vicious, mysterious murder.
Using all of his local crafty, field escapes aboard a vessel certain for England armed with just a Broadway midget's suitcase and a string of unanswered questions: What lies hidden within the bleak Norfolk convent of St. Bede? what's "the lamb" that Olympus Mons searches for in his bid for international domination? And what has all this to do with a medieval prayer meant to summon the satan himself?
From the glittering sophistication of artwork Deco long island to the eerie Norfolk coast and the snowcapped peaks of Switzerland, The satan in Amber takes us on an exhilarating, scrumptious journey that pits Lucifer field opposed to the main deadly adversary of his profession: the Prince of Darkness himself.