In Darujhistan, the city of blue fire, it is said that love and death shall arri
ve dancing. It is summer and the heat is oppressive, but for the small round man
in the faded red waistcoat, discomfiture is not just because of the sun. All is
not well. Dire portents plague his nights and haunt the city streets like fiend
s of shadow. Assassins skulk in alleyways, but the quarry has turned and the hun
ters become the hunted.
