He isn’t who he claims to be, and he’s gotten so used to pretending to be someone else that he long ago forgot what his own face looks like. He doesn’t like causing people pain, but he never parts with a blackjack and a spring-loaded stiletto. He is Pyotr, Pierre, Pietro, and Peter—but no one knows what name he was given at birth. Not even he himself. And try to make sense of your own past when you crossed paths with anarchists, gangsters, and visiting dark sorcerers!
In this world, science has taken the place of religion, steam and electricity have turned magic into the domain of outcasts, and the august ones with their supernatural gifts have no real power. But the mechanists’ dreams of a golden age have remained dreams—and the approach of a war, equal in scale to which humanity has never known, is becoming increasingly evident…