A shaft rat too skinny to fit into her own clothes, a young ‘witchblood' more inclined to sing his enemy into submission than slay them with his spear, and a monstrous herder whose appetite for human flesh seems to have been ousted by an insatiable craving for fruit... You might be forgiven for thinking this the most unlikely of trios ever tasked with saving a land cursed with so ancient and ineradicable a tragedy as that which afflicts Kugarra, but save it they must, for this once green and golden land no longer echoes to the song of the nightcallers or the thunderous tread of the mighty Horim, but heeds only the whisper of ghosts and gods long forgotten and the serpent tongue of its greatest and most terrifying affliction, the black worm, Sugaar.