Publisher's blurb: Carved deep into this abandoned city’s cliff lies a workshop, its walls so thick few sounds can escape. Blood stains its floors and cells littered with soiled straw wait, empty. Cadavers are arrayed on workbenches before a glowing, red machine. Two hidden exits lead outside, where gargoyles leer down at snow covered valley far below. Strong winds whistle through the parapet above, screaming around toppled chimneys and down narrow alleyways. Stores walls have collapsed now covered with lichen and flowers.