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Christopher Moore - Secondhand Souls

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In San Francisco, the souls of the dead are mysteriously disappearing and you know that cant be good in New York Times bestselling author Christopher Moores 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. Hes trapped in the body of a fourteen-inch-tall meat 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

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Christopher Moore

Secondhand Souls

In memory of Keith Bowen

Prologue (Selected from the Great Big Book of Death: First Edition)

1. Congratulations, you have been chosen to act as Death, its a dirty job, but someone has to do it. It is your duty to retrieve soul vessels from the dead and dying and see them on to their next body. If you fail, Darkness will cover the world and Chaos will reign.

2. Some time ago, the Luminatus, or the Great Death, who kept balance between light and darkness, ceased to be. Since then, Forces of Darkness have been trying to rise from below. You are all that stands between them and destruction of the collective soul of humanity. Try not to screw up.

3. In order to hold off the Forces of Darkness, you will need a number two pencil and a calendar, preferably one without pictures of kitties on it. Keep it near you when you sleep.

4. Names and numbers will come to you. The number is how many days you have to retrieve the soul vessel. Do not be late. You will know the vessels by their crimson glow.

5. Dont tell anyone what you do, or the Forces of Darkness etc. etc. etc.

6. People may not see you when you are performing your Death duties, so be careful crossing the street. You are not immortal.

7. Do not seek others of your kind. Do not waver in your duties or the Forces of Darkness will destroy you and all that you care about.

8. You do not cause death, you do not prevent death, you are a servant of Destiny, not its agent. Get over yourself.

9. Do not, under any circumstances, let a soul vessel fall into the hands of those from belowbecause that would be bad.

Part One

Do not be afraid

Everyone before you has died

You cannot stay

Any more than a baby can stay forever in the womb

Leave behind all you know

All you love

Leave behind pain and suffering

This is what Death is.

The Book of Living and Dying (The Tibetan Book of the Dead)

1. Day of the Dead

It was a cool, quiet November day in San Francisco and Alphonse Rivera, a lean, dark man of fifty, sat behind the counter of his bookstore flipping through the Great Big Book of Death. The old-fashioned bell over the door rang and Rivera looked up as the Emperor of San Francisco, a great woolly storm cloud of a fellow, tumbled into the store followed by his faithful dogs, Bummer and Lazarus, who ruffed and frisked with urgent intensity, then darted around the store like canine Secret Service agents, clearing the site in case a sly assassin or meaty pizza lurked among the stacks.

The names must be recorded, Inspector, the Emperor proclaimed, lest they be forgotten!

Rivera was not alarmed, but by habit his hand fell to his hip, where his gun used to ride. Twenty-five years a cop, the habit was part of him, but now the gun was locked in a safe in the back room. He kept an electric stun gun under the counter that in the year since he opened the store had been moved only for dusting.

Whose names?

Why the names of the dead, of course, said the Emperor. I need a ledger.

Rivera stood up from his stool and set his reading glasses on the counter by his book. In an instant, Bummer, the Boston terrier, and Lazarus, the golden retriever, were behind the counter with him, the former standing up on his hind legs, hopeful bug eyes raised in tribute to the treat gods, a pantheon to which he was willing to promote Rivera, for a price.

I dont have anything for you, said Rivera, feeling as if he should have somehow known to have treats handy. You guys arent even supposed to be in here. No dogs allowed. He pointed to the sign on the door, which not only was facing the street, but was in a language Bummer did not read, which was all of them.

Lazarus, who was seated behind his companion, panting peacefully, looked away so as not to compound Riveras embarrassment.

Shut up, Rivera said to the retriever. I know he cant read. He can take my word for it thats what the sign says.

Inspector? The Emperor smoothed his beard and shot the lapels of his dingy tweed overcoat, composing himself to offer assistance to a citizen in need. You know, also, that Lazarus cant talk.

So far, said Rivera. But he looks like he has something to say. The ex-cop sighed, reached down, and scratched Bummer between the ears.

Bummer allowed it, dropped to all fours, and chuffed. You could have been great, he thought, a hero, but now I will have to sniff a mile of heady poo to wash the scent of your failure out of my noseoh, that feels nice. Oh, very nice. You are my new best friend.

Inspector?

Im not an inspector anymore, Your Grace.

Yet inspector is a title youve earned by good service, and it is yours forevermore.

Forevermore, Rivera repeated with a smile. The Emperors grandiose manner of speaking had always amused him, reminded him of some more noble, genteel time which hed never really experienced. I dont mind the title following me, so much, but I had hoped Id be able to leave all the strange happenings behind with the job.

Strange happenings?

You know. You were there. The creatures under the streets, the Death Merchants, the hellhounds, Charlie Asheryou dont even know what day it is and you know

Its Tuesday, said the Emperor. A good man, Charlie Ashera brave man. Gave his life for the people of our city. He will long be missed. But I am afraid the strange happenings continue.

No, they dont, said Rivera, with more authority than he felt. Move along. Moving along. That it was Da de los Muertos, the Day of the Dead, had put him on edge already, sent him to the drawer to retrieve the Great Big Book of Death, but he would not give weight to more reminders. Acknowledge a nightmare and you give it power, someone had told him. Maybe the spooky Goth girl who used to work for Charlie Asher. You said you needed a ledger?

To record the names of the dead. They came to me last night, hundreds of them, telling me to write down their names so they are not forgotten.

In a dream? Rivera did not want to hear this. Not at all. It had been a year since all that had happened, since the Big Book had arrived, calling him to action, and hed walked away. So far, so good.

We slumbered by the restrooms at the St. Francis Yacht Club last night, said the Emperor. The dead came across the water, floating, like the fog. They were quite insistent.

They can be that way, cant they? said Rivera. The Emperor was a crazy old man, a sweet, generous, and sincere lunatic. Unfortunately, in the past, many of the his insane ravings had turned out to be true, and therein lay the dread that Rivera felt rising in his chest.

The dead speak to you as well, then, Inspector?

I worked homicide for fifteen years, you learn to listen.

The Emperor nodded and gave Riveras shoulder a fatherly squeeze. We protect the living, but evidently we are also called to serve the dead.

I dont have any ledgers, but I carry some nice blank books.

Rivera led the Emperor to a shelf where he stocked cloth and leather-bound journals of various sizes. How many of the dead will we be recording? Something about dealing with the Emperor put you in a position of saying things that sounded less than sane.

All of them, said the Emperor.

Of course, then youll need a substantial volume. Rivera handed him a sturdy leather journal with letter-sized pages.

The Emperor took the book, flipped through it, ran his hand over the cover. He looked from the book to Rivera and tears welled in his eyes. This will be perfect.

Youll need a pen, said Rivera.

Pencil, said the Emperor. A number two pencil. They were quite specific.

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