Uninspired grim future Dickens pastiche that never really takes off.
In the future, there is a war. The UK has the technology to clone people, so they people their armies with clones. The enemy (never becomes clear who they were) dumps a nuclear bomb on London and the war ends. Britain no longer wants anything to do with their clone army, so they're told to stay in irradiated London, and work in, well, workhouses.
A pregnant woman wanders into the clone colony, and gives birth to our protagonist, Oliver. She dies, and Oliver grows up with the clones, with no idea who his parents were.
This the start of the mystery at the core of the book, and as a mystery it doesn't make a lot of sense.
There's some light world building, which quickly drowns in a whole lot of acrobatic fight scenes (and I mean a LOT), and then the whole thing ends on a tepid cliffhanger.
The art looks like something from the 90s. In fact, the writing also feels quite 90s, trying to emulate 2000 AD and never really hitting it, never being transgressive or funny.
(Received an ARC through Edelweiss)