In the roaring 20s, Charlie Doyle, the ink still wet on his Dartmouth journalism degree, answers an ad for a job as secretary to Edward Kilsby, Lord Withycombe and renowned flying ace of the Great War.
The ad leads him to expect excitement, but Charlie never expects quite so much. When Edward is hired to find missing archaeologist Sir Alexander Spencer, Charlie is about to go for the ride of his life. A whirlwind tour of London, the Paris nightlife, a kidnapping by Edward's jilted fiancée and rival, Cairo, the Valley of the Kings, even the Orient Express all pale compared to what awaits Charlie and Edward in the tomb of Ni-ankh-khnum and Khnum-ho-tep, Overseers of the Manicurists in the Palace of the King. But not mummies nor jilted lovers, not malaria nor Anubis himself can stop their quest...or their growing love for each other....
DNF. Maybe it's the voice? I really really dislike Edward from the start and none of his actions in the next 60 minutes makes me like him any bit. Edward seems to me like a dirty old man whose only goal is to bang every character in the book, male or female. I was hoping for a love story with some smut but this is just pornography and actually feels kinda gross to me.
A sweet story of fanciful romance, erotic discovery, and a dash of supernatural peril. The setting is beautifully detailed and the characters kept my interest. A fun adventure both geographic and porngraphic.