By Adrian Tchaikovsky
Pushed by means of the ghosts of the Darakyon, Achaeos has tracked the stolen Shadow field to the marsh-town of Jerez, yet he has purely days sooner than the mystical field is misplaced to him forever.
Meanwhile, the forces of the Empire are mustering over wintry weather for his or her nice offensive, accumulating their squaddies and perfecting their new guns. Stenwold and his fans have just a short while to assemble what allies they could ahead of the Wasp armies march back, conquering every little thing of their course. in the event that they can't throw again the Wasps this spring then the imperial black-and-gold flag will fly over each urban within the Lowlands earlier than the year's end.
In Jerez starts off a fierce fight over the Shadow field, as lake creatures, mystery police and renegade magicians compete to take ownership. If it falls into the arms of the Wasp Emperor, besides the fact that, then no quantity of combating will suffice to avoid wasting the realm from his relentless ambition.