Mnemosyne Seabourne is trying to make the most of her notoriety (from both her family name and the events of the previous book) by campaigning for women to be able to travel by portal, instead of swan-shaped boat. Now, while the idea of swan-shaped boats sounds delightful, I hate travel and have often said that my ideal superpower would be teleportation, so I'm all in favour of travel by portal. While staying with her cousin's new wife, the river freezes to the point where a frost fair is possible, and while enjoying that, Mneme gets caught up in something more than she was ready for - something that her beau, the spellcracker, Mr Thornbury, seems to be right in the middle of.
I thoroughly enjoyed this cosy, pseudo-Victorian, novella with magic. I still can't take a country called the Teacup Isles seriously, but I enjoy the characters and the adventures they get involved with. There's also a surprisingly serious bit where a number of women contemplate being wives of men involved in dangerous professions and how every knock at the door could be the one they've been dreading.
I love how the books use Victorian England as their template, but have lifted them into this archipelago of small islands to enable the author to add casual acceptance of same-sex relationships and a few other changes that make the Teacup Isles easier for the 21st century reader to hang around with (no hints yet of whether nor not they're involved in a colonialist project, fingers crossed that that's not something that's happened in this world!).
I enjoyed this a lot and will certainly be reading the next in the series.