Cirrus@Austlit

'Arthur Crazy is drunk and seeing ghosts.

'This is not a metaphor. The dead are walking and talking, and it doesn't matter that Arthur doesn't believe in them. They believe in him.

'Too drunk to recall how he stumbled upon his nascent power, Arthur is burdened with newfound responsibility: he's the only one who can hear the unfinished business of every dead guy in York, and he's the only one who can help.

'As forgotten legends and lost demons stir all over the cobbled streets and snickelways, Arthur finds himself at the centre of an unfolding mystery-a light in the desert, a fart at a funeral-and he is about to discover that an unfortunate surname isn't the only thing that makes him stand out.

'Arthur just wants to sober up, have a kebab, and go home, but his conscience is knocking loud and clear, demanding he open the damn door. He may not be the hero the dead need, but he's the one they're stuck with. Besides, one of those ghosts seems kind of cute.'

Source: Publisher's blurb.

'Arthur Crazy was drunk and seeing ghosts.

'Now he's just drunk. The dead are silent, and Arthur is worried he might be living up to the family name. But after going back to where the Crazy people live and spending months sleeping off hangovers in his childhood bed, it's finally time to return to the land of the living.

'Unfortunately, the dead are not done with Arthur.

'The hounds are stirring.

'The guardians are moving.

'The Shadowmen are watching.

'And the sword in Arthur's possession is calling them all.

'They're on their way, but you know what Britain is like—public transport is a joke. Especially at Christmas, it could take some time.

'Some people have skeletons in their closet. Arthur has ghosts in his dreams and a sword under his bed... and everyone wants it! The dead, the living, and those dancing on the edge.

'Evil stirs in Yorkshire.

'Britain needs a hero.

'Arthur needs a coffee.

'On the moors, the devil rises.'

Source: Publisher's blurb.