"Skrµlingr. Orcnâeas. Fomoraig. He is Grimnir. For over a century, he has tracked the dragon, Nâiºhèoggr--the Malice-Striker--from the shores of Lake Vèanern, across the Baltic Sea, through Russia, and down into the Mediterranean. He has hounded the wyrm from Old Muscovy to Messina, and finally to the Eternal City--to Rome itself. And in Rome, on a cold November night in 1347 AD, on the ruined steps of Old St. Peter’s basilica, Grimnir’s saga comes crashing to an end. A crossbow bolt, loosed in terror, slays him out of hand. It is a mundane finale to a life spent hip-deep in bloodshed and slaughter, surrounded by steel and savagery and the sorcery of the Elder World. But Death is just the beginning"--