The City is a place of conflict, where technology and magic eek out an uneasy coexistence, where the religious and the occult vie for dominance, where crime and politics intermingle and corrupt everything within their reach.
Jyre had escaped from a life of servitude, holds a meager existence in the gutters, and seeks to right the wrongs of her past.
The nobility knew him as Lord Thresh, the church as Brother Daelus, but the underworld knew him as Master Nightfall.
To Sheam it was a simple job, cataloguing, managing schedules, turning a blind eye to the criminal intent behind it all.
No one had ever broken into the sacred tomb before, but no one held so little regard for their own preservation as Ghost.
She stole, and had never been caught. Lytha lived apart from the world, yet could feel every thought and feeling around her.
James loved coffee, baked potatoes, and knowledge; especially knowledge cherished by others as secrets. His spies rarely failed.
Six stories tied together by chance and circumstance, between the belching factory towers and the haunted hidden grottos, between the clutching fist of the church, and the conniving fingers of the criminal underworld.