The River Thames stinks. Red coated soldiers spit blood from the muzzles of their muskets. The itching uniform tears at his skin. Blaize keeps coming and going. He doesn't know where, or when, or why. All he knows is that he doesn't like it. And when a man keeps appearing with the same face but a different name and in a different time, he begins to get even more worried. Is this man saving him from danger, or pushing him deeper and deeper into it?...