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A portly, balding, and very skeptical poetry scholar is hired by a billionaire to guide a tour to attend a reading by Samuel Taylor Coleridge himself in a 19th century English pub. He's shocked when the time travel works as promised. He's more shocked when he's kidnapped in 1811 London and misses his one chance to return to contemporary America.

He's dogged by a 3000 year-old sorcerer whose goal is Egypt's return to world supremacy, a murderous billionaire who thinks our hero stayed in ye olde London on purpose, a demonic beggar king who dresses like a jester and maims his underlings so that they will inspire more pity, and an insane body-switching ex-wizard who wants the protagonist's body. It's quite the menagerie. At various points our paunchy academic finds himself tortured, shot, working as a professional beggar, tortured some more, living as a cobbler, inhabiting a new and far superior body, traveling to Egypt, traveling to 1632, and composing verse.

Coherent time travel books are hard to do right. The Anubis Gates succeeds.