The Nameless Baron is gravely displeased. Viktor had once heard that time healed all wounds. Whoever had come up with that saying had clearly never gotten into a physical altercation with a werewolf, but at least Adelstrad's least favourite executioner still has most of his limbs. That said, while his witch problems may have been solved, battle has finally joined in the Adelstradian countryside as Nordling warbands meet Adelstradian fighting men in the field and blood flows like wine. Viktor finds himself in a more precarious position than ever before, caught between the rapidly forming ...

A bombing plot, a witch, and the opening chapters of a civil war... Viktor's managed to fill his pockets with some coin and take a single troublesome piece off his board but, of course, the Stone God hates a man that thinks himself lucky. It would seem that the wayward pawn was taking orders from the city's wealthiest and most megalomaniacal merchant, who doubtlessly doesn't consider the score settled. What's worse, the Church templars have heard of the use of rogue magic and decided to get themselves involved. Like the heads of a hydra, every problem Viktor deals with only seems to lead to...

It's always the knives you don't expect that carve the deepest wounds... Viktor was a fool to think that his witch problem would be dealt with so easily or that any straightforward solution would be effective in matters involving such insidious magic and such perfidious treachery. Now his challenges have multiplied. The dread howl of a white werewolf tears its way through the city and the beast seems to desire nothing more than the executioner's death. Adelstrad is teetering on the very edge and its citizens are actively looking for excuses to wipe one another out. The Baron is reacting in ...

Jia's people learned the hard way that there are no second chances. The Egril, their ancient enemy, struck with magic so devastating that Jia's armies were wiped out. Now terror reigns in the streets, and friend turns on friend just to live another day. Somehow Tinnstra - a deserter, a failure, nothing but a coward - survived. She wants no more than to hide from the chaos. But dragged into a desperate plot to retake Jia, surrounded by people willing to do anything to win the fight, this time Tinnstra will need to do more than hide.

All in Voramis know the legend of the Hunter. Relentless. Immortal. Death walking. The greatest assassin who ever lived. Pay the master killer his due and the Hunter will execute any target, carry out any contract, no matter how impossible. But when the Bloody Hand crime syndicate harms the innocents under his protection, they foolishly make an enemy of the one man they can't afford to anger. The price of the Hunter's vengeance is high-paid in blood and eternal damnation. Not even an army of crooks, cutthroats, and demonic creatures of nightmare can stand in his way.