Viriconium

In Viriconium, the young men whistle to one another all night long as theygo about their deadly games. If you wake suddenly, you might hearfootsteps running, or an urgent sigh. After a minute or two, the whistlesmove away in the direction of the Tinmarket or the Margarethestrasse. Thenext day, some lordling is discovered in the gutter with his throat cut.Who can tell fantasy from reality, magic from illusion, hero from villain,man from monster . . . in Viriconium? Published here for the first time in one volume, and in the author'spreferred order, are all the Viriconium stories, originally published infour books: The Pastel City, A Storm of Wings, In Viriconium andViriconium Nights.