Absurdist humour. The team of sorcerers at Dawson, Ahriman & Dawson are looking for a new recruit to take over the job of supreme being of a world in an alternate universe. Maybe the fat bearded chap who knows a lot about reindeer and jingle bells isn’t the right candidate for the job. Or maybe he is. Dawson (both of him) is in debt to Ahriman. Mt Sunshine is a soft touch and has a bottomless purse which doesn’t (can’t) exist. Mr Teasedale has booked a team of demons for a specific job… And then there’s Harmondsworth who seems to manifest as a blue light or a flash Pentecostal fire. I should have expected this from Tom Holt, but it’s a long time since I read any of his books. I’ve been missing out. This is weird, surreal, quirky and fantastically imaginative.