Book description
Charlie Asher is a pretty normal guy. A little hapless, somewhat
neurotic, more of a Beta than an Alpha Male. Charlie's been lucky,
though. He owns a building in the heart of San Francisco, and runs a
second-hand store with the help of a couple of loyal, if marginally
insane, employees. He's married to a bright and pretty woman who
actually loves him for his normality. And she, Rachel, is about to have
their first child. But normal service is about to be interrupted. As
Charlie prepares to go home after the birth, he sees a strange man
dressed in mint-green at Rachel's hospital bedside - a man who claims
that no one should be able to see him. But see him Charlie does, and
from here on out, things get really weird. . . . People start dropping
dead around him, giant ravens perch on his building, and it seems that
everywhere he goes, a dark presence whispers to him from under the
streets. Strange names start appearing on his nightstand notepad, and
before he knows it, those people end up dead, too. Yep, it seems that
Charlie Asher has been recruited for a new job, an unpleasant but
utterly necessary one: Death. It's a dirty job. But hey, somebody's
gotta do it. Christopher Moore began writing at the age six and became
the oldest known child prodigy when, in his early thirties, he published
his first novel. Chris enjoys cheese crackers, acid jazz, and otter
scrubbing and lives in an inaccessible island fortress in the Pacific.
