Drainage Engineer

When I met my end on an ordinary stretch of British motorway, I had no idea what awaited me in the afterlife. It wasn't the pearly gates, thankfully, nor was it the other place-you know, the one with pitchforks and lava. No, this place was much worse.

They called it Valhalla, though it was nothing like I'd imagined. Without much enthusiasm for fighting for glory, they made me a Skeetman-a fancy term for someone who hauls human waste out of the city. Basically, we're slave labor, me and the others. But every now and then, we scrape together a few extra coins to spend at Hector's place, the Dung Beetle, for a taste of that sweet, sweet honey mead.

But here's the thing: in the real world, I was a drainage engineer. So if there's one thing I know, it's how to move waste and water from point A to point B. That is, assuming I can get enough food and sleep to think straight.

This book isn't about epic battles or high-stakes adventure. Instead, it's a journey through economic growth, with a few fantasy elements thrown in, and the relentless struggle to push against the boundaries imposed on me.

Oh, and there's both a figurative and literal mountain of human waste.

Enjoy. I sure didn't.