The end of the world starts with the death of a cow…
Innocent enough, right? After all, cows die every day. Usually they’re not ripped apart by razor-sharp teeth, though. And most of the time they’re not devoured – fur, bones, and all – by a mythical creature.
Still, Constable James Paddington always wanted a proper case rather than the usual bickerings of the island’s backwards inhabitants. Now he has one.
Two, actually. There’s also Norman Winslow, aging bachelor extraordinaire, who hasn’t been since he documented his own zombification. So, two problems.
Well, three, really. There’s also that vague, ancient prophecy about the end of the world that’s due to be fulfilled… ah, this Saturday. Is it that soon already?
Yeah. It’s going to be a busy week…
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Couldn't put it down :)