This is the introduction to the galaxy of Quaymet. Emile Song meets his most deadly foe. Who is he? Where did he come from? No one knows, but he's cutting a swath across the capital, taking out every crime syndicate in his way with deadly and hilarious Hi-Tech. He's dubbed himself "The East-End Reaper". Song takes up the challenge to uncover and stop this self-styled latter-day Napoleon.
It's small and jewel-blue, with wings and a maniacal laugh. Brought back to life from the Ancient Days of the Empire, a gem-stone filching homunculus is loose in the capital. It's evil, obviously, and must be destroyed. It takes a street-wise orphan of the Neon Bowery to set the capital, and even Song, aright.
A mysterious extraterrestrial can take out a city block by taking off the dive-bell helmet of his environmental suit. Song and Henchard investigate with a subterranean team of Neon Bowery allies - and discover the infamous East End Reaper is back, in aces and bent on revenge.
A tiny Victorian-machinery butterfly. A diabolical hit man. And lethal case-loads of the darkest narcotic in the galaxy: Black Asylum. The fuse is lit - where will the bomb go off? Even Song is running three steps behind in a redemptive story that's a guesser to the very end.
All is not well in the subterranean realm of The East End Reaper. The black markets of the capital are his: objective achieved. And so, he's off to the ends of the galaxy to deal with past demons - leaving a trail of mayhem which leads Song and Henchard, and the Reaper himself, to a most unexpected conclusion.