Raw ambition is writ large in books of mammon. Miraculous interference brews madness, leading to a comedy of terrors surrounding plans of mice and men!
Ol’Timer’s back, God in Earthly guise, with administrative cherub, ex-military heron and schizophrenic fox reluctantly in tow. There’s politics afoot and demonic activity vibrating on the air before Curtis rolls up with his all-knowing parrot and prostitute-cum-spy-cum-assassin for company.
Tarah smiles with a political rictus that blinds people, whilst an anonymous someone supports her from a distance. As a plan to storm the Whitehouse takes shape, with not a little help from sorcery, the Snowbabies move, in their visceral approach to the world at large, whilst the Igloominati swirl into place, attending the Last Supper of Americana.
Events scroll inexorably along a tapestry that was seemingly woven from the twisting threads of Creation and waits to be crushed in the maw of Armageddon, an end that will take place on the lawns of Washington DC.
Thing is…there’s a mysterious guy, DP, who keeps appearing to complicate things. Will Curtis be able to save the day? Will Theodore have the right information at the right time? Will Jeremiah (he of the someone) manipulate it all in his own favour? People = votes = power = £ = control = oh dear!