Reminiscent of the edgy, offbeat humor of Chris Moore and Matt Ruff,
the first entry in a whimsical, fast-paced supernatural series from the
New York Times bestselling author of the Sandman Slim novels--a dark
and humorous story involving a doomsday gizmo, a horde of baddies
determined to possess its power, and a clever thief who must steal it
back . . . again and again.
22000 B.C. A beautiful, ambitious angel stands on a mountaintop,
surveying the world and its little inhabitants below. He smiles because
soon, the last of humanity who survived the great flood will meet its
end, too. And he should know. He's going to play a big part in it. Our
angel usually doesn't get to do field work, and if he does well, he's
certain he'll get a big promotion.
And now it's time . . . .
The angel reaches into his pocket for the instrument of humanity's doom.
Must be in the other pocket. Then he frantically begins to pat himself
down. Dejected, he realizes he has lost the object. Looking over the
Earth at all that could have been, the majestic angel utters a single
word.
"Crap."
2015. A thief named Coop--a specialist in purloining magic
objects--steals and delivers a small box to the mysterious client who
engaged his services. Coop doesn't know that his latest job could be the
end of him--and the rest of the world. Suddenly he finds himself in the
company of The Department of Peculiar Science, a fearsome enforcement
agency that polices the odd and strange. The box isn't just a
supernatural heirloom with quaint powers, they tell him.
It's a doomsday device. They think . . .
And suddenly, everyone is out to get it.
