This book was a product of a lot of excited shouting over the telephone (at least to hear Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman tell it.) I mean, they should know since they wrote the thing. Young authors having a blast throwing ideas back and forth is a seriously cool way for a cult classic to be born. It's a lot of absurd, highly irreverent, strangely thought-provoking fun.
To summarize the plot would be foolhardy, but it involves a book of prophecies done by a witch by the name of Agnes Nutter, all of which actually come true, an unlikely comradeship/partnership between the somewhat fussy angel Aziraphale and the slick, cynical, modern demon Crowley to prevent the End of Days (scheduled for next Saturday), a misplaced budding Antichrist gradually becoming aware of his awesome powers, unguided by either angels or demons, and the assertion that any tapes left in a car for too long inexplicably turn into "The Best of Queen". Well, it's true.
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