“According to the Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter – the world’s only totally reliable guide to the future – the world will end on a Saturday. Next Saturday, in fact. Just after tea…”
Yes, I hope you packed layers, Armageddon is coming. This is not a metaphor and this is not a test, the antichrist walks amongst us and he will bring the end. But first, how can such a thing happen? Surely God and his army of angels would interfere and stop the Satanic nuns swapping an American diplomat’s baby with the spawn of Satan, right? A swap happens and eleven years later it’s up to a witch, a witch-hunter, an angel and a demon to stop the end of the world.
The four horsemen of the apocalypse may be on their way but that doesn’t stop the laughter. The book is deep in places: “It may help to understand human affairs to be clear that most of the great triumphs and tragedies of history are caused, not by people being fundamentally good or fundamentally bad, but by people being fundamentally people.” And at other times, it’s downright silly. Naturally, the end of the world makes it rain fish. And sometimes it’s simply epic, like when Crowley (a demon) is driving a flaming Bentley. That was cool.
This book was everything I wanted it be. It’s a race to the finish as Crowley and his angel fri- acquaintance, Aziraphale, release the truth. The days are spilt into chapters and the chapters are spilt into smaller parts as the action jumps between the heroes, the villains and the antichrist. It’s a punchy novel that packs a punch. Neil Gaiman is the genius behind Neverwhere and American Gods. Terry Pratchett is the genius behind the Discworld series. Together, they’ve created a timeless classic that shows the shades in between good and evil, and what makes a human.