The Labyrinth Index: 9 (Laundry Files) - Tapa dura

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"Stross still spins a heck of a yarn." --Kirkus Reviews on The Delirium Brief

"Gaudy and gory....This is Stross in one of his darker moods....The political side of the book...signals some of the real-world anxieties that stand behind the entire series." --Locus on The Delirium Brief

"A fast-paced blend of espionage thrills, mundane office comedy and Lovecraftian horror." --SFX on The Rhesus Chart

"Alternately chilling and hilarious." --Publishers Weekly on The Jennifer Morgue

"Combines a le Carré-style espionage thriller with Lovecraftian horror to great effect." --The Guardian on The Fuller Memorandum

"Smart, literate, funny."--Lev Grossman, author of The Magicians

"A bizarre yet effective yoking of the spy and horror genres."--The Washington Post Book World

"Imagine a world where gnarly Lovecraftian demons are all too real yet are routinely neutralized with high-tech wizardry by a supersecret British spy agency, and you'll get an inkling of the genre-bending territory Stross explores in his Laundry Files novels." --Booklist on The Fuller Memorandum

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“A bizarre yet effective yoking of the spy and horror genres.” —The Washington Post Book World

The Lovecraftian Singularity has descended upon the world in The Labyrinth Index, beginning an exciting new story arc in Charles Stross' Hugo Award-winning Laundry Files series!

Since she was promoted to the head of the Lords Select Committee on Sanguinary Affairs, every workday for Mhari Murphy has been a nightmare. It doesn’t help that her boss, the new Prime Minister of Britain, is a manipulative and deceptive pain in the butt. But what else can she expect when working under the thumb of none other than the elder god N’yar Lat-Hotep a.k.a the Creeping Chaos?

Mhari's most recent assignment takes her and a ragtag team of former Laundry agents across the pond into the depths of North America. The United States president has gone missing. Not that Americans are alarmed. For some mysterious reason, most of the country has forgotten the executive branch even exists. Perhaps it has to do with the Nazgûl currently occupying the government and attempting to summon Cthulhu.

It's now up to Mhari and her team to race against the Nazgûl's vampire-manned dragnet to find and, for his own protection, kidnap the president.

Who knew an egomaniacal, malevolent deity would have a soft spot for international relations?