USA: MonkeyBrain Books, 2007, PB.
From the 1860s to the present, these are the accounts of the Diogenes Club, whose agents solve crimes too strange for Britain’s police, protecting the realm and this entire plane of existence from occult menaces, threats born in other dimensions, magical perfidy and the Deep Dark Deadly Ones.
Kim Newman continues the series began in The Man From the Diogenes Club, revealing more of the secrets of the British Empire’s most secret service.
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Another snowman loomed up in front of them. In a postman’s cap, with a mail-bag slung over its shoulder. It was larger and looser thing than the others, more hastily-made, with no face coals or carrot. They barrelled into the shape, which came apart, and sprawled in a tangle on the cold, cold ground – Richard felt the bite of black ice through his gauntlets as the heel of his hand jammed against grit. Under him was a dead but loose-limbed postman, grey-blue in the face, crackly frost in his hair. He had been inside the snowman.
from ‘Cold Snap’