"Ay up, Mogs. Bringer of mad tidings. What is it this time?"

"End of the world," I said.

"Can't get much madder than that."

We hadn't planned a return to Leeds. Not yet, anyway. It was all a bit dicey, what with half the Folk in the city wanting us dead, and apparently having no reservations about making that happen.

But our friend Gerry is missing, and we've got to find him. Never mind the fact that anyone who can take out a troll is operating way above our pay grade. It's not like anyone pays us anyway, so what've we got to lose?

It doesn't take long to discover a missing troll is the least of our worries, though. Leeds has blown straight past dicey and into end times. The necromancers are back and as power-sotted as ever, and this time it's not just a few cats they want dead. It's everyone.

So if we want any chance of life as we know it to continue, we need to stop them as well as save Gerry. Easy, right? We only have to get past Callum's dodgy family, my dodgy past, hopped-up magic-workers, feral weres, shady magicians, and the ever-present, ever-treacherous Watch.

Oh, and did I mention the sorcerer's still giving me out of body experiences? Yeah. Good times.

At least it can't get much worse. Can it …?

This is the seventh book in the Gobbelino London, PI urban fantasy series, centred around the adventures of a mercenary feline PI and his human sidekick. It contains snarky cats and other gods, many bad jokes and terrible puns, plus a large serving of mythological and real creatures behaving badly. It will appeal to anyone who likes their fantasy funny, modern, and filled with friendship rather than romance - and also to those who suspect their cat may be living a great and secret life when they're not looking.

A Collision of Catastrophes contains some violence, particularly involving over-enthusiastic senior citizens and angry cats, but none of it is graphic. It contains no sex and only mild language. It does, however, contain blasphemy.