After massive cometary impacts in the late 1800s that had made life in the Northern Hemisphere effectively impossible most of the British upper classes and military had been evacuated to British India.
Now, more than a hundred years later, India is the centre of a new Empire holding the subcontinent, Australasia, the coastal areas of North America and even the old Home Islands of the British Isles. However, as ever, the Raj's greatest threat lies to the North in the shape of the Czar of all the Russias with his Seat at fabled Sammerkand. A Czar who worshipped, not Christianity, but the foul Tchernobog who demanded that his followers eat human flesh in remembrance of the time they spent under the Dark.
Although still calling themselves English, and appearing as such on the surface, the rulers of India retain few of their ancestors' ways and have become greatly Indianised in the time spent as the rulers of the vast subcontinent. As Athelstane King and his sister make their way through the twisted threads that make up the attempt of a Russian agent to destroy the ruling dynasty, we get to look at the strange civilisation that is still being formed in this new empire, for just as the Indians had their effects on their foreign rulers, those rulers had had their own effect on those they ruled. _The Peshawar Lancers_ is a great book however you look at it - a brilliant adventure story in the old Imperial style of derring do and great world building, making a truly alien world appear real.