The owners of the jeans

The finalist of the Dragon, Nebuula, Locus, Hugo and mythopoetic prize.
Cairo, 1912.
Forty years ago, the great al-Jahiz pierced the portal into the measurement of the genies, and now the genies and other magical creatures live with people, observe laws and pay taxes. But among magical creatures there are violators and villains. Therefore, there is the Ministry of Alchemy, Spells and Supernatural Beings.
Fatima El Shaaravi is a special investigator of the Egyptian ministry. One of the few women in the male profession.
In the estate of the English lord, 24 dead are found, burned alive, but the clothes on the bodies were not affected. The matter is clearly for the Fatima agent.
The book includes the novel and the novel by F. Jeli Clark about the magic alternative Cairo, full of angels, genies, spirits and unsolved secrets.
This epic novel about magic and secrets is really amazing. - Publishers Weekly
“The exciting story of Cairo becomes another character in this delightful combination of detective and fantasy. Give a novel to lovers of alternative history and readers of detectives who do not mind enjoying the dose of magic. ” - Booklist
“Kinematographic action, radical rethinking of real history and magic on each page. I like it! - Alix Harrow
“Smart, crafty and fascinating steampunk detective with an excellent balance of humor and cordiality. Love! - Shannon Chakraborty
“Cairo, an alternative-historical city-cosmopolist, is inhabited not only by people, but also by many supernatural creatures. When their interests and plans collide, the result is a book that you do not want to postpone. ” - Marie Brennan
Charming! I like the complex world of the alt-History “The Gosteners of the Jeans”, with its hints of the changed fate of peoples and ordinary people after the catastrophic return of magic. Clark gives us a fascinating detective with a wonderful combination of fantastic and ordinary, crocodile gods, smoking one cigarette after another, boring librarians-Marides and a brilliant heroine in a dashing pot. ” - Django Wexler