Clouds billowed overhead, monstrous, dark, shot through with lightning that never struck. Kanti stared up and up and up as ashes drifted around her. Her nightgown drifted in a wind she couldn't feel. No heat, no ash, no sound. "You're dreaming." A dream of fiery destruction, of burning the world down. Kanti turned, stared at the woman who'd spoken into the silence. Too strong for beauty, too alive for this dead place. Dreaming. Trapped...

"In 1923 Buenos Aires, Corto Maltese investigates the disappearance of his friend Louise Brookszowyc. In his search, Corto must play a dangerous game of cat and mouse with an organized crime syndicate known as the 'Warsovia', crooked police officials, small-time crooks, investigative journalists, a worldwide prostitution ring, and--manipulating the events from above--the far-reaching arm of the Argentine oligarchy. Guiding his way through this labyrinth...