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Brought to you by Penguin. WINNER OF THE EVERYMAN WODEHOUSE PRIZE 2016 A comic masterpiece about love, art, greed and the banking crisis, from the author of Skippy Dies What links the Investment Bank of Torabundo, www.myhotswaitress.com (yes, hots with an s, don't ask), an art heist, a novel...

Things have escalated! You would think that after you had saved the world that you could be confident that your hardships and adventure type shenanigans would be put to bed, but no! He! Him! And other singular pronouns that sound sinister are hunting Nigal, Mikey, not so much Sandra and Malik but for the sake of argument and drama we will say that he is, that’s like a generic he by the way not a gender affirming one.

A hilarious fantasy novel perfect for fans of Good Omens, The Dresden Files, and Terry Pratchett. If you like your eldritch horrors with a side of snark and a lot of heart, welcome to the holidays in Chicago. Infinite cosmic power. Itty-bitty living space. To the universe, he is a Class Omega...

“These gripping, magical tales span time travel, portals, menacing butterflies, and more. A can’t-miss meditation on families and survival.” —People “A gorgeous book that also serves as a series of unanswerable, probing questions: How did we get here? How will we move forward? Can we...

The petty, vicious gods demand that Bib the sorcerer lure his friend, the young king, into a losing war. Bib thinks he’s clever enough to arrange things so that the king is defeated yet keeps his throne - and his head. But the king won’t listen until Bib crushes some traitors for him. Faced with rebellious nobles, mystical killers, and allies he can’t control, Bib finds that cleverness needs a sword and some vicious magic to back it up. Because if he fails, the gods have torture, death, and even destruction beyond death waiting for him. They may even point and laugh.

From the deeply unqualified mind behind every bad decision you’ve ever made comes "What Am I Even Doing? (No Seriously, Someone Tell Me)," a deeply unhelpful guide to overanalyzing your entire existence, making terrible impulse purchases, and aggressively avoiding reality. In this book, you’ll find zero useful advice, but you WILL find an emotional breakdown disguised as a shopping spree—because spending $500 on throw pillows is easier than going to therapy.