IF THESE STONES COULD SPEAK THEY WOULD CALL FOR WAR In Shiang, the young king rules without dissent Mazer swordsmen stand watch on every corner, looking for the first sign of rebellion This city is a place of quiet and slow dignity, like a man eating rice with a razor pressed against his throat Yet with one sharp movement, order is overturned The balance of centuries is undone in the sudden spill of blood - and in the darkness, something terrible returns to Shiang Far to the west, four Shiang masters approach the city walls of Darien The sword saint and his companions have crossed a continent to bring an old man home for punishment They will not be denied, even if the whole city stands in their way TWO ANCIENT CITIES ONE FINAL WAR