It is said that Hood waits at the end of every plot every scheme each grandiose ambition. But this time it is different: this time the Lord of Death is there at the beginning... Darujhistan swelters in the summer heat & seethes with portents rumours & whispers. Strangers have arrived a murderer is abroad past-tyrannies are stirring & assassins seem to be targeting the owners of K'rul's Bar. For the rotund waistcoat-clad man knows such events will be dwarfed by what is about to happen: for in the distance can be heard the baying of hounds. Far away in Black Coral the ruling Tiste Andii appear oblivious to the threat posed by the fast-growing cult of the Redeemer
- an honourable one-mortal man who seems powerless against the twisted vision of his followers. So Hood waits at the beginning of a conspiracy that will shake the cosmos but at its end there is another: Anomander Rake Son of Darkness has come to right an ancient & terrible wrong...