In the dead of night, a cloaked figure drags a heavy box through snow-covered streets. The chest, covered in images of mythical beasts, can be opened only when the fangs of its serpent's-head clasp taste blood.
"Could have been good..."
London, 1783. Orphan Cirrus Flux is being watched. Merciless villains are conniving to steal the world's most divine power. The Breath of God, which they believe Cirrus has inherited. Now he faces a perilous journey through the dirty backstreets of the city as a sinister mesmerist, a tiny man with an all-seeing eye, and a skull-collecting scoundrel pursue him. Cirrus must escape them, but he'll need to trust some unlikely allies if he hopes to thwart his foes . . . and survive a grand and terrifying showdown.