The God of Death gave the wrong name. For this hunt, a disgraced deserter must be summoned.
An oath never to kill again, and he was on the verge of breaking it. Despite all his promises.
Kildar, known by the other hunters as Greyskin, was the only one to actually be raised by them, up there in the seclusion of Death's Temple. The world below, with its love of life and reluctance to kill, was completely alien to him.
Until one day it wasn't. Life, in the end, worked its charms on him as well, and he began to doubt, even to fear, everything the priests of Death had ever taught him.
Disenchanted with their teachings, Kildar seeks redemption in a strange way, one that only works within his confused mind: by setting out on one last hunt.