Can miracles exist in a world steeped through and through in magic? In a world where certified sorcerers live, where magic is called High Science and is used everywhere? Don’t rush to conclusions—after all, a wizard may run into a miracle beyond the limits of his power. A mental parasite, a greedy hanger-on, clings to a young blade master.
Snull, who resembles a sea-spider dream peddler, torments a vampire sleeping in a coffin at night. The grandson of a sorenian chatterbox and of the Blind Cyclops is born a madman—the bearer of a devastating third eye. But Oldie (and Eldy) would not be themselves if this feast of imagination were not backed by eternal human problems. How much does a moment of mercy cost? How much do honor and courage go for these days? By what measure can victory over oneself be measured?