Before the Malazan Empire, there was a time that set the stage for all people tales however to find out .

The winter is bitter. Civil war threatens Kurald Galain for the warrior Urusander’s military has begun its march on the city of Kharkanas. Led from the ruthless Hunn Raal, it intends to cast aside Mom Dark’s consort, Draconus, and set Urusander himself in the throne beside the Living Goddess. Those who would stand in the way of the rebels lie dispersed and weakened – leaderless since Anomander about Fall of Light: THE NEXT Reserve in the Kharkanas Trilogy went in search of an estranged sibling. In his stead, Silchas Ruin resolves to gather the Houseblades from the Highborn households to him, and to resurrect the famous Hust Legion, but time is not on his part.

Far to the west, an unlikely military musters. It seeks an enemy without form, in a location none will get. And yet Hood’s call has been heard as well as the long-abandoned city of Omtose Phellack is currently house to a rabble of new arrivals: Dog-Runners from the south, Jheck warriors, and blue-skinned strangers from across the American Sea attended to provide Hood their swords. In the distant mountains and isolated valleys of the North, Thel Akai arrive to pledge themselves within this apparently impossible war. Shortly, they will established with weapons drawn under the banners from the living in quest for Death itself.

Such events presage chaos, and now magic bleeds into this realm. Unconstrained, mystical and savage, it starts to run loose and wild and following its scent, looking for the areas of wounding and harm – brand-new and ancient entities gather.

In a world becoming rotten with sorcery, can honour truly can be found?