Jack Hobbes finally had to admit that all the Conspiracy Theories were right - every damned one of them - when he found himself driving his Mobile Library at speed down narrow Wiltshire roads at dawn, pursued by implacable Frenchmen who were not sure whether the sealed box he had strapped onto the passenger seat contained either a see-through electric kettle from Argos, or the preserved head of John the Baptist. On top of all that he then had to contend with the real Men in Black and the Trans-Galactics, plus MI5, the CIA, Opus Dei, numerous Freemasons and neo-Templars, Knights of the Star Gates, and various incarnate aspects of the Wild Hunt - who had been hiding for years in a certain little Old Peoples' Home in rural Wiltshire. And it had all been caused by two silly women - Jenny Djinn and Lilith Love - who just happened to also be Death Goddesses, and who fell for the same Mobile Librarian in a small Wiltshire town that was named after trolls...