Thirty-three years have passed since the fall of Mancdaman Zancharthus. Raised in the south, far from the festering streets of Khymir, his son Zorachus has become a Sharajnaghi Master of the Seventh Level. Convinced Zorachus is a living saint—- as well as the greatest wizard who has ever lived—- the head of his order sends him back to the city of his birth to thwart the Priests of Tchernobog. But Jhymir is maintained by Tchernobog himself as an argument against organic life, and as Zorachus discovers to his horror, it is far more convincing than he could ever have imagined... Most dark fantasies are just kidding around, but this razor-fanged specimen is the real deal, ferocious and uncompromising, a power-dive into Hell. Long a favorite of gamers because of its well-worked out magic system, it delivers a swift succession of ferocious set-pieces and a mad mob of astonishing villains, all interspersed with explicit sex and philosophical argument. If you want highly original sword-and-sorcery that takes no prisoners, look no further. Just be ready with the bandages.

Mancdaman Zorachus has fallen.. Having killed the High Priest of Tchernobog, he takes his place, and unleashes a campaign of conquest the like of which the world has never seen, murdering kings, paralyzing trade, and exterminating his foes with plague and dragonfire. Sent north to reason with the apostate, Raschid Kestrel escapes from Khymir, and recruits a barbarian army to stop his one-time friend before night descends forever...