Black smoke billowing from the city’s marble minarets and temple domes.
Shrieks of human suffering muffled under the dragon-flames of heavy cannon.
This is the seventh burning of Delhi. And none shall the inferno spare.
As a raging sea of Company legions sweeps across the Mughal capital, wrath of the dreaded God, Nikhaal-bhagvaan, descends inescapably upon the freedom army.
An unhinged Laal-Pret, Theo Metcalfe, nurtures his own sinister design. As a dark dervish unleashes the terrifying spell of Tip’s crypts, a self-styled Christian crusader plans the unthinkable. Stench of the last Timurid’s third wish poisons every soul.
All that stands between the plundering garrisons and a savage genocide – is Mastaan.
A dervish, a warlord, a shaayar, a falcon, a courtesan, a purohit, and a djinn. This is the final chapter of the haunting tale of 1857, Delhi.
A darkened heart, and deafened ears…
a covenant with the Djinn;
Price of prices lo! he shall pay,
lamenting a two-yard coffin…!