Night is falling, and shadows are gathering in crowds across the city, bronze and sable, flickering, or still as stone. There is always an audience here, for anything – human, beast or object – that comes close to tell its story, or betray its deadly secret... What now? Heartless unkindness – lust for riches – suppressed hatred and rage honed to a razor–? Or some epic sorrow passed into a silver scream. Above everything, the drifting and unavoidable webs of the spinning City gods. So, will you listen in the shadows, or become yourself a story-teller in the bronze half-light? Or do you have another mission here, in Marcheval? A new triumphant trio of dark fantasy stories, in the same vein as Tanith Lee’s previous imaginary city novels of Paradys and Venus.