Welcome to Christopher Fowler's world. A place where people get killed in the most surprising ways. By a cocktail cabinet falling out of the sky. By a box of free-range eggs in a supermarket. By a basket of laundry, by an airline ticket, by the buildings themselves. It's a world where bizarre horrors and black comedy cheerfully co-exist. Where the innocent suffer, the guilty go unpunished, and 'the only way you can be safe is by staying very, very still'.
Twenty-one stories, including personal favourites and brand-new tales, uncut, unexpected and sometimes quite unsanitary, from a world teetering on the edge of madness.