"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 it happen. But our friend Gerry is missing, and we've got to find him. Never mind the fact that anyone...