In the enchanted city of Turai, the royal family is corrupt, the politicians can be bought, and the civic guards have better things to do than guarding. Thraxas may look unprepossessing, being overweight and not quite overbrained, and more interested in pursuit of his next glass of beer than pursuit of justice, but if you¹re in trouble in Turai this portly private eye is probably your only hope. Turai is no stranger to death in all its forms-except that now a new silent and insidious variety of death has entered the city, and no one knows who will die next. It's obviously magical, but the sorcerers haven't a clue. Thraxas hasn't a clue, either, but he has an even more pressing shortage of funds, and if stopping the unseen, unknown silent killer is what it takes to fatten up his wallet, he'll take the job. But will he solve the mystery, or join the dance himself. . . ?