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.
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.
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.