Another day, another zombie T-Rex to put down. All part of the routine for Arthur Wallace and MI37--the government department devoted to defending Britain from threats magical, supernatural, extraterrestrial, and generally odd. But a zombie T-Rex is only the first of Arthur's problems, as Russian cyborg wizards threaten his life, and his coworkers threaten his sanity.

Another day. Another zombie T-Rex to put down. All part of the routine for Arthur Wallace and MI37--the government department devoted to battling threats magical, supernatural, extra-terrestrial, and generally odd. Except a zombie T-Rex is only the first of his problems... Before he can say, "But didn't I save the world yesterday?" a new co-director at MI37 is threatening his job, middle-aged Russian cyborg wizards are threatening his life, and his co-workers are threatening his sanity.

How s a secret agent meant to catch a break? If it s not a demi-god going through puberty, it s a renegade Nazi clockwork army going senile. Or a death cult in Nepal. Or a battery-chewing wizard s relationship problems. Arthur Wallace, agent of MI37 Britain s agency for dealing with the supernatural, the extraterrestrial, and the generally odd has to pull everything together, and he has to do it before a magical bomb tears reality apart "