Used. Paperback. Fresh out of prison with his personal life in tragic tatters, Shadow Moon takes the only gig available: bodyguard and errand boy to Mr. Wednesday, an enigmatic grifter with an uncanny knack for knowing too much. It turns out the Old World deities who crossed the Atlantic on the backs of immigrants are alive, unwell, and actively plotting a turf war against America’s shiny new idols of media, money, and modern obsession. Neil Gaiman brilliantly maps this mythological melee onto roadside diners, neon motels, and the sprawling weirdness of the heartland. Part gritty road trip and part divine dark fantasy, it’s a fiercely imaginative look at belief in a nation that burns through its icons like cheap fuel.