What if the Norse apocalypse could only be stopped by a 56k dial-up modem tone?

In a London gripped by an unnatural, bone-deep winter, Will Ward is a broken, grief-struck ex-paramedic who just wants to finish his shift. But a brutal scrap at a building site and a haunting by a giant raven pull him into a war he thought was just a myth. The old gods aren't coming to save the city — they're the ones tearing it down.

Marcus Vale, a demolition-boss-turned-gangster who just might be Fenrir, the wolf fated to end the world, is building a ship of human nails in the foundations of a skyscraper. But a wolf so powerful can't be bound by iron; it'll take a chain made from what the world has forgotten.

To stop him, Will must scavenge his faded present for impossible things: a modem dial-up tone, the ring of the last red phone box, and the shadow of a man who isn't there, caught on silver gelatin paper.

With only a mysterious woman named Ida and a bag of strange apples to guide him, Will is just a washed-up man against a monster and a horde of armed men. Or is he? In the end, as a man who thinks he's lost it all, what will he be willing to give up to save everything?

A gritty, adrenaline-fueled reimagining of Norse mythology. If you like Ben Aaronovitch's Rivers of London and the dark stakes of American Gods, you won't be able to put down Wolf Weather.