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A Minotaur At The Savoy comprises more than fifty whimsical fantasy and SF vignettes with an Edwardian flavor, from the mysterious giant hand found in a wood in Yorkshire to the best way to deal with a dragon that's taken a shine to the gold reserves of Fort Knox.
It is a little known fact of history, or myth, or both, that around the start of the twentieth century there existed a lost year.
On New Year's Day a green comet appeared in the sky. As it grew bigger, things that would previously have been considered utterly fantastical began to seep into everyday life. By the height of summer, imagination and reality were so seamlessly merged that few recalled a time when the world had been otherwise.
Mermaids swam in the Mediterranean. Martians commuted by train from Woking. Greek gods gave lecture tours of the United States. And with this new way of life came a whole set of problems of etiquette and decorum (see reference to mermaids).
Fortunately, the solution was at hand. In the depths of the British Museum, intrepid academics Bampton “Bammy” Bromfield and Cyril Clattercut had long been cataloguing accounts of the uncanny from around the world on behalf of the Royal Mythological Society. The arrival of the green comet was about to give them the busiest year of their lives.
Praise and Reviews
"A magnificently creative meld of stiff-upper-lip, MCC, Stalky-and-co Edwardianism and the undercurrent of legend." M. Terentius Varro (on Amazon)
"A glorious selection of tongue in cheek fantastic stories." Matt Kelland (Amazon)
"Invaluable tips ranging from Atlantis wine, dealing with doppelgangers, lost dogs and Roman mosaics, and the dangers of buying cars at goblin markets." Smudge (Amazon)
"Great fun! I have it by my bedside." Jamie Thomson
"Eruditely droll... top-hats off to its collators." Cousin Jack
I was the first boy in Britain to meet a Dalek in the flesh (so to speak) when my Dad took me to the BBC workshops one dark January night in 1964. That early experience probably e More...