The Killing Floor Blues
Nobody has ever escaped
from the Iceberg. It's a privately-owned prison deep in the Mojave
Desert, staffed by brutal guards and surrounded by desolate wasteland.
Inside the walls, gangs and predators are constant threats; outside the
walls, there's nothing but a sniper's bullet or a slow death in the
desert heat.
Framed for murder and snared in a deadly curse,
Daniel Faust lands behind bars with a target on his back. Worse, with
Faust out of the picture, the Chicago mob is making its bid for control
of Las Vegas. If he can't engineer his escape in time to stop them, none of his friends are safe. Then there's the matter of the warden's dark
secret, the one that's filling up the prison morgue with body bags.
Faust has been caged, buried, cut off from his allies and his magic. His
enemies think they've won. They're about to learn, the hard way, that
this is one sorcerer who always has a trick up his sleeve.
Nobody has ever escaped from the Iceberg. But the Iceberg has never had a prisoner like Daniel Faust.
