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All the heroes are dead. Adelstrad's walls have withstood the northern barbarians and their dark gods for centuries, overseen by the tyrannical Nameless Barons. Not even the dead are safe from the corpse alchemists and their hunger for bodies in this land where life is cheap and only the strong survive. None dare ask where Viktor the Executioner came from or what sin got him sentenced to wear the black hood. Both the elites and the crime guilds stay clear of him and his menacing axe, but Viktor is no one’s slave. He merely bides his time until he can break his chains. Escape may come ...

It's always the knives you don't expect that carve the deepest wounds... Viktor was a fool to think that his witch problem would be dealt with so easily or that any straightforward solution would be effective in matters involving such insidious magic and such perfidious treachery. Now his challenges have multiplied. The dread howl of a white werewolf tears its way through the city and the beast seems to desire nothing more than the executioner's death. Adelstrad is teetering on the very edge and its citizens are actively looking for excuses to wipe one another out. The Baron is reacting in ...

CITY OF CHAINS: THE COMPLETE SAGA All the heroes are dead. In the monster-infested, blood-soaked city of Adelstrad, the weak are crushed, the wicked thrive, and even the dead aren’t allowed to rest. For centuries the Nameless Barons have ruled with iron fists and black alchemy, keeping the northern hordes and their dark gods at bay. But when a condemned executioner named Viktor takes up his axe, Adelstrad’s delicate balance of power begins to shatter. Once a criminal in service to tyranny, Viktor is offered one impossible chance at freedom — stop a plot that could destroy the city. ...

A bombing plot, a witch, and the opening chapters of a civil war... Viktor's managed to fill his pockets with some coin and take a single troublesome piece off his board but, of course, the Stone God hates a man that thinks himself lucky. It would seem that the wayward pawn was taking orders from the city's wealthiest and most megalomaniacal merchant, who doubtlessly doesn't consider the score settled. What's worse, the Church templars have heard of the use of rogue magic and decided to get themselves involved. Like the heads of a hydra, every problem Viktor deals with only seems to lead to...

War has come, within and without. Everything ends here. Betrayal has an acidic taste to it, and secrets aren't much more appetising. Viktor is no stranger to treachery, but this one came at the worst time. The siege has begun! The Nordlings have pushed the Adelstradians back to the walls of the city and General Lauter and his soldiers have been cut off, fighting for their lives to prevent the barbarians' naval force from beaching. Reality bends and shatters as things that were once men disembark black ships, bearing impossible weapons and screaming battle cries that make soldiers' eyes ...

Every step on Garagos Isle falls on the carcass of another secret. A tomb that should not exist, hidden in the forest and yet morbidly absent of a corpse. A goat horn, twisted with mutation and laid as some kind of offering. A half-mad slave girl, her body defaced with a symbol Draper wished he didn't recognise. The shallow-men and their ravenous hunger for human flesh. Clawing at the edges of the island. Desperate for a way in. Hektor Firstban, hunting them through the jungle like animals. Intent on forcing them into more of his sick games. He wants something from them. Something dark...

His body was cut away from him. He wants it back. Draper was once a man, until dark magic warped him into a spider. He never speaks of how it happened—only of his desperate quest to be human again. Geir is the best smuggler of cursed artefacts in the Isles, but she's also deathly afraid of spiders. How long can her ruthless professionalism last, now that her greatest fear has become her client? Fragile as their partnership is, the promise of coin and a potential cure lures them to the island of a reclusive slaver—a man whispered to practice forbidden witchcraft. He always keeps his left...

(This book collects issues 1-3 of the Dust of the Destiny Isles novellas, designed to be read together as a complete arc) He lost his body to dark magic. He will burn an island to get it back. Draper was once a man—until forbidden sorcery twisted him into something monstrous. Trapped in the body of a spider and haunted by what he’s become, he speaks little of his past and nothing of the price he’s willing to pay to be human again. Geir is the Isles’ most skilled smuggler of cursed artefacts—and deathly afraid of spiders. Coin is the only thing that keeps her working with Draper…...

The Nameless Baron is gravely displeased. Viktor had once heard that time healed all wounds. Whoever had come up with that saying had clearly never gotten into a physical altercation with a werewolf, but at least Adelstrad's least favourite executioner still has most of his limbs. That said, while his witch problems may have been solved, battle has finally joined in the Adelstradian countryside as Nordling warbands meet Adelstradian fighting men in the field and blood flows like wine. Viktor finds himself in a more precarious position than ever before, caught between the rapidly forming ...

When a man drowns in the Sunken Sea, he does not stay dead for long. Something has stirred the restless dead, and Garagos Isle is under siege. As storms gather and the dead rise from the surf, escape grows more dangerous by the hour. Draper cannot afford to flee. He's already been wounded coming this far, and Hektor Firstban—the slaver who promised a cure—may be his last hope. But Firstban is becoming erratic, withholding truths even as the island closes in around them. Geir wants her payment and a way out before the dead overrun the shore. Yet every path off the island carries its own ...

The sequel to the smash hit City of Chains series! The Fifth Baron ruled Adelstrad for five glorious years. Then the Killenstorm scorched the skies with arcane horror and turned the air to poison. Conraed's an impoverished cutthroat with precious few moral scruples, reduced to a rusty sword and his last oxygen canister. In the slums, that's just enough for a man to carve out his fortune. Tonight's job sounded easy. Kill a butcher who sparked a salvage riot and sell his corpse. Then everything went to hell. A genocidal nature cult wants the city to die verdant, drowning in vines. Conraed ...