During an Age of Crusade, Christendom was in turmoil. The Devil was loose in the shape and form of the dread Inquisition and its able captain; Descarbo, who will stop at nothing to gain possession of the Christos Letters, and use the authority vested in the precious documents to reshape Christianity according to dark dictates and the terrible rite of the Blood of Doves. Unopposed, he rules Christendom in all but name, The Holy See silent and powerless. Finally only one man stands between Descarbo and the looming collapse of the faith; Morgan de Montfort Knight of the Cross who shaped himself...

I am by nature a thief... I steal to order. I amassed wealth beyond dreams of avarice. And then Felix the god of luck and cunning, the god of thieves deserted me. I made a terrible mistake and my dearest friends were slaughtered like stunned bulls, sacrifice to Mithras: Nor did the consequence of my mistake end with their deaths. My life and the life of all those I held dear fell down in ruin. Death snapped at my heels. I fled to Egypt and from there set out for Kathmandu which was about as far from Rome as I could at that time envisage. Along the dusty road I mourned my friends, the fate of...