Martin Scott

Fighting crime in magical Turai is a very tricky business if you don't know what you're doing. Thankfully, private investigator Thraxas never has this problem (according to Thraxas). Winter is coming to Turai, and Thraxas is in a bad mood. But it's going to get a whole heap worse because the orcs are coming too. Thraxas was a hero of the last Orc War (according to Thraxas). That was some years ago, however, and this time he would much prefer to keep his head down - preferably buried in a big steak pie. Unfortunately, when a senior member of the War Council is murdered by a cake, there's only one private investigator in line for the job. For some reason, it was a very short line.

It was your average kinda day in Turai. Elves were murdering Orcs, Orcs were murdering Elves, everyone was murdering Dwarves and anything that wasn't nailed to the floor had been stolen, fenced and then stolen again. Yep, business was booming - except for me. My last case was a bust, the bills were as high as a dragon's toupee and the only guys beating a path to my door wanted gold - or else it wouldn't be the path they'd be beating.My name's Thraxas, and I'm a P.I. So when the word hit the street that the Sorcerers Guild were holding their convention downtown I felt as happy as a crab in a whorehouse . Don't get me wrong - I do magic like the next guy - but as far as Sorcerers go, well, two's company and three's a crime-spree ...

65 p. ; 22 cm

With its fresh and exciting new brand of fantasy, the army of devoted Thraxas followers is growing all the time. Now Thraxas is back! Death has come to the magical city of Turai, and not in a good way. Evil, silent and, er, evil, it ploughs through the air like an undead farmer. And it's up to Thraxas to stop it. When he wakes up. Round about teatime.

Thraxas, a new star of comic fantasy, is born.Welcome to the magical city of Turai. You might not like it here, however. For in Turai, the only people more corrupt than the politicians are the royal family, and murder and mayhem and ruthless criminal brotherhoods reign. With the civic guards incapable of keeping order, it’s left to men like Thraxas to do what they can. The city needs men of steel, men of virtue and honesty and clean living. Unfortunately, Thraxas is none of the above. Running his business from lodgings above an inn in one of the seedier parts of town, Thraxas makes a living as a private investigator. Which means that he makes enough to pay the rent from time to time and enjoy the occasional glass of beer. When he is employed by the third in line to the throne, however, Thraxas believes that his luck is about to change. And indeed it does. A few hours later, he’s in a cell, accused of murder. Ooops.