I loved Doherty's early medieval London mysteries. Alexander the Great should have been a triumph, not least, because there is sunshine in the Mediterranean. Narrated by Telamon, a physician with teh trust of Alexander, the murder of a handful of asylum-seekers in Ephesus' Temple of Hercules is a first-rate set up for a locked room mystery. The fatal insertion of wasp nests into Alexander's palace, the precise opposite. Then there's the murder of the town's favorite courtesan plus the increasing pile of related murders, all supposedly committed by The Centaur that eventually devolved into a little too much traffic on the way home after work. I ended up longing for the dark fetid alleyways of London.