In Darujhistan, the town of blue fire, it is said that Love and Loss of life shall arrive dancing. It is summer months and the heat is usually oppressive, but also for the tiny, rotund guy in the faded red waistcoat, discomfiture is not just because of the sun. All isn’t well. Dire portents plague his nights and haunt the city roads like fiends of darkness. Assassins skulk in alleyways, however the quarry has turned as well as the hunters end up being the hunted. Hidden hands pluck the strings of tyranny just like a fell chorus. As the about Toll the Hounds bards sing their tragic tales, somewhere in the distance can be heard the baying of hounds . and in the distant city of Black Coral, ruled by Anomander Rake, Child of Darkness, ancient crimes awaken, objective on revenge. It appears Love and Loss of life are indeed going to arrive…hand at hand, dancing. A thrilling, harrowing book of war, intrigue, and dark, uncontrollable magic, Toll the Hounds may be the following section in Erikson’s monumental series – epic illusion at its most imaginative and storytelling at its most thrilling. “Truly epic in scope, Erikson has no peer with regards to action and imagination, and joins the rates of Tolkien and Donaldson in his mythic vision and perhaps then will go one better.” -SF Site