The sorcerous cabal has been sundered and Lady Tapalar has finally been avenged. The is raking in more money than ever before. Everything should be perfect; Rawk, the last of the great Heroes, should be able to put his feet up, eat pastries and listen to some music. But the city still needs a Hero. Somehow, the magical portals continue to open, filling Katamood with deadly creatures from other realms. And then there's Prince Weaver, stirring up problems of a more mundane nature as he sends out the City Guard to curb the tensions rising in the south of the city. So Rawk and Silver Lark don't have time to rest. They are trawling through the back alleys of Katamood and through the pages of ancient books, looking for signs of a spence, a mythical hoarder of magic, while the city falls apart around them. Rawk doesn't have time to think about the good old days; he just wants to make it through the week.