Kari didn’t like either her brother, who had changed a lot lately, or the house where she had to live. On top of everything else, her fifteen-year-old self was being planned into marriage with a man who was twenty years older—an insane one.
Detective Brokk found a bomb under the carriage. It simply miraculously didn’t explode: the rain got in the way, the fuse got damp, and it failed to work. But what if next time it turns out under the stage of the Royal Theatre?
Taniss ran small errands for Grent: distributing flyers, sticking them on walls. But this time the assignment wasn’t so harmless. Planting a bomb and pasting paper notices are different things.
These people are very different; there’s nothing in common between them. But they’ll have to meet in the Lower City.