« The Labyrinth Index » Charles Stross

Since she was promoted to the head of the Lords Select Committee on Sanguinary Affairs, every workday for Mhari Murphy has been a nightmare. It doesn’t help that her boss, the new Prime Minister of Britain, is a manipulative and deceptive pain in the butt.

But what else can she expect when working under the thumb of none other than the elder god N’yar Lat–Hotep a. k. a the Creeping Chaos? Mhari’s most recent assignment takes her and a ragtag team of former Laundry agents across the pond into the depths of North America. The United States president has gone missing. Not that Americans are alarmed. For some mysterious reason, most of the country has forgotten the executive branch even exists.

Perhaps it has to do with the Nazgûl currently occupying the government and attempting to summon Cthulhu. It’s now up to Mhari and her team to race against the Nazgûl’s vampire–manned dragnet to find and, for his own protection, kidnap the president. Who knew an egomaniacal, malevolent deity would have a soft spot for international relations?