"It's the night before Hogswatch. And it's too quiet.

There's snow, there're robins, there're trees covered with decorations, but there's a notable lack of the big fat man who delivers the toys . . .

Susan the governess has got to find him before morning, otherwise the sun won't rise. and unfortunately her only helpers are a raven with an eyeball fixation, the Death of Rats and an oh god of hangovers.

Worse still, someone is coming down the chimney. This time he's carrying a sack instead of a scythe, but there's something regrettably familiar . . .

HO. HO. HO.

It's true what they say.

'You'd better watch out . . .' "

Death takes on a decidedly different appearance in this book. Probably best to read around Christmas if you can do it. Not that that's a rule.

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