The new gig came with the Big Book of the Dead and a host of other oddities: creatures under the streets, an evil trinity of ravenlike Celtic death goddesses, and one very bad Underworld dude attempting to conquer humanity. It seems like only yesterday that Charlie Asher took on a very dirty job-collecting souls and keeping the Forces of Darkness at bay. In San Francisco, the souls of the dead are mysteriously disappearing-and you know that can't be good-in this delightfully weird and funny sequel to the New York Times bestseller A Dirty Job 'synopsis' may belong to another edition of this title. Now if only they can get little Sophie to stop babbling about the coming battle for the very soul of humankind. To get to the bottom of this abomination, a motley crew of heroes will band together: the seven-foot-tall death merchant Minty Fresh retired policeman turned bookseller Alphonse Rivera the Emperor of San Francisco and his dogs, Bummer and Lazarus and Lily, the former Goth girl. He’s trapped in the body of a fourteen-inch-tall “meat puppet” waiting for his Buddhist nun girlfriend, Audrey, to find him a suitable new body to play host. Death Merchant Charlie Asher is just as flummoxed as everyone else. Someone-or something-is stealing them and no one knows where they are going, or why, but it has something to do with that big orange bridge. People are dying, but their souls are not being collected. Something really strange is happening in the City by the Bay.

In San Francisco, the souls of the dead are mysteriously disappearing-and you know that can’t be good-in New York Times bestselling author Christopher Moore’s delightfully funny sequel to A Dirty Job.

Secondhand souls by christopher moore