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It was your average kinda day in Turai. Elves were murdering Orcs, Orcs were murdering Elves, everyone was murdering Dwarves and anything that wasn't nailed to the floor had been stolen, fenced and then stolen again. Yep, business was booming - except for me. My last case was a bust, the bills were as high as a dragon's toupee and the only guys beating a path to my door wanted gold - or else it wouldn't be the path they'd be beating. My name's Thraxas, and I'm a P.I. So when the word hit the street that the Sorcerers Guild were holding their convention downtown I felt as happy as a crab in a whorehouse . Don't get me wrong - I do magic like the next guy - but as far as Sorcerers go, well, two's company and three's a crime-spree ...For more information on this or any other Orbit book, visit the Orbit website at www.orbitbooks.co.uk |