This is the most Neil-Gaiman-ish book I've ever read authored by someone who was not Neil Gaiman. It begins when a preserved giant squid, complete with a 9 meter glass tank and thousands of gallon of Formaldehyde, is stolen from the Darwin Center in London. Billy Harrow is the astonished scientist who discovers the theft and he is soon pulled into the bizarre magical criminal underworld of London only a few steps removed from the London of Neverwhere. I enjoyed this book but the plot took along time to develop to the point of an eventually satisfying twist.