Visionary. Alchemist. Savior. Saint.

The Prophet Zarathustra continues to be called many things. Now he spends his period drawing pictures of weird-looking goats. That’s what goes on when you’ve been stuck within a jail cell for two hundred years. However the guy who may be mad, and is certainly supposed to be dead, has suddenly become very important again .

It’s only been a few weeks since Nazafareen escaped the King’s dungeons with her daeva, Darius. She hoped never to set feet in the empire again, about Blood from the Prophet but the search for the Prophet offers led them to the ancient city of Karnopolis. They have to discover him before Alexander of Macydon melts away Persepolae, and Darius’s mother with it. But they’re not really the only ones looking.

The necromancer Balthazar has his own plans for the Prophet, therefore does the sinister spymaster from the Numerators. As Nazafareen is definitely used to an unhealthy game of cat and mouse, her newfound power have a decidedly dark switch. Just the Prophet understands the trick of her present, but the price of that understanding may turn out to become more than Nazafareen is normally willing to pay . . .