They are called the Trinity, and there is no deadlier blade for hire in the known world. Kage, the smiling swordsman, so fast and so lethal that men forget to fear him until it's already too late - and so practiced at his own charm that even his closest companions have never seen what he's hiding underneath it. Ishtar, the spear-dancer out of the far south, beautiful and merciless in equal measure, sworn to a cause she has never once spoken aloud. Tren, eight feet of muscle and dark steel, his face locked behind a snarling wolf-helm. He has not spoken a single word in ten years. He is saving his voice for one. When a broken king offers them a fortune to rescue his daughter back from the empire that stole her, it looks like just another contract - dangerous, well-paid, forgettable. But the Emperor Melok does not rule alone. High in the mountain above his black fortress is a thing that came crawling up out of somewhere that is not the world, and it does not feed on gold or grain. It feeds on souls, harvested by the thousand from the conquered and marched south in chains to buy an empire's endless war. The Trinity will walk through those gates, each of them, in the deepest, quietest part of themselves, is not going for the princess at all. Each of them is going for something the empire took first - a relic, a love, a sister - and each of them has sworn, in blood or in silence, that they will have it back before the end. They will get what they came for. And the day the Trinity finally gets everything it wants is the day the Trinity does not survive. Masks are coming off in the dark heart of the world. And some truths, once spoken, can never be taken back. A dark epic fantasy of vengeance, silence, and brotherhood - for readers of The Witcher and Berserk.
