Michael and Jimmy watch their world fall apart around them until they get tired of just watching. They decide a road trip is in order. They'll head to Michael's parents' home in Philadelphia. They're accompanied by Jessica, her friend Mandy who may or may not have a thing for Michael, and some graduate student friends of Michael.Their trek north is fraught with peril as they encounter militias, maniacs, and people generally scared out of their wits. As those around them succumb to horrible fates, Michael and Jimmy fight to maintain their friendship because each man knows, in the end, all we have is each other.
The Old World is coming to an end as the Cold Cognition Movement rapidly spreads, creating a population of purely logical beings. The citizens of the Earth must now choose whether to join or to fight against the New World, and find themselves struggling with which is the right choice. Although most people long for the peaceful and equal world that the Movement promises, they must give up their emotions and free will to have this peace. After all, people are not peaceful by nature, they must be created. But is peace really worth ridding the entire world of compassion, joy, and love? Followers of the Cold Cognition Movement believe it is, and they are determined to create a stronger, smarter, more peaceful race of humans, by exterminating the very thing that makes us human, and revealing how far people are willing to go to achieve world peace.
“Good Omens . . . is something like what would have happened if Thomas Pynchon, Tom Robbins and Don DeLillo had collaborated. Lots of literary inventiveness in the plotting and chunks of very good writing and characterization. It’s a wow. It would make one hell of a movie. Or a heavenly one. Take your pick.”—Washington Post
According to The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch (the world's only completely accurate book of prophecies, written in 1655, before she exploded), the world will end on a Saturday. Next Saturday, in fact. Just before dinner.
So the armies of Good and Evil are amassing, Atlantis is rising, frogs are falling, tempers are flaring. Everything appears to be going according to Divine Plan. Except a somewhat fussy angel and a fast-living demon—both of whom have lived amongst Earth's mortals since The Beginning and have grown rather fond of the lifestyle—are not actually looking forward to the coming Rapture.
And someone seems to have misplaced the Antichrist . . .
She gained the RV’s roof and looked around: at the motor homes being corralled in the parking lot of Bluebeard’s Cove, at the velociraptors gathered like spectators outside the fence, at the brontosaurus mulling its cypress leaves nearby and the pterodactyls circling in the blood-red sky and the volcano spewing lava not thirty miles away. Not a cloud in the sky / Got the sun in my eyes / And I / Won’t be surprised if it’s a dream …