Secondhand Souls LP - Paperback

by Christopher Moore (Author)

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.

Something really strange is happening in the City by the Bay. People are dying, but their souls are not being collected. 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. Death Merchant Charlie Asher is just as flummoxed as everyone else. 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.

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. Now if only they can get little Sophie to stop babbling about the coming battle for the very soul of humankind . . .

Front Jacket

In San Francisco, the souls of the dead are mysteriously disappearing--and you know that can't be good--in this delightfully funny sequel to the New York Times bestseller A Dirty Job.

It seems like only yesterday that Charlie Asher took on a very dirty job--collecting souls and keeping the Forces of Darkness at bay. But when Charlie faced off against these denizens of -darkness he met his own end. Thanks to Audrey, his Buddhist-nun boo, his soul is still alive . . . inside a fourteen-inch-tall body made from lunchmeat and spare animal parts. Waiting for Audrey to find him a suitable new body to play host, Charlie has squirreled -himself away from everyone, including his seven-year-old -daughter, -Sophie--the Luminatus--who enjoys spouting off about her power over the Underworld and her dominion over Death.

Now some really freaky stuff is hitting San Francisco. People are dying, but their souls are not being collected. 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 . . .

Back Jacket

In San Francisco, the souls of the dead are mysteriously disappearing--and you know that can't be good--in this delightfully funny sequel to the New York Times bestseller A Dirty Job.

It seems like only yesterday that Charlie Asher took on a very dirty job--collecting souls and keeping the Forces of Darkness at bay. But when Charlie faced off against these denizens of -darkness he met his own end. Thanks to Audrey, his Buddhist-nun boo, his soul is still alive . . . inside a fourteen-inch-tall body made from lunchmeat and spare animal parts. Waiting for Audrey to find him a suitable new body to play host, Charlie has squirreled -himself away from everyone, including his seven-year-old -daughter, -Sophie--the Luminatus--who enjoys spouting off about her power over the Underworld and her dominion over Death.

Now some really freaky stuff is hitting San Francisco. People are dying, but their souls are not being collected. 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 . . .