Magic and gunpowder don't mix - or do they?
The Russians are pushing south into the Hindu Kush, expanding
their empire at the expense of the forgotten tribes
that surround the British Raj. Little did they expect
such resistance as they found in the fabled city of
Gandhara. Little did they expect the fables to be real.
Just as little did the wisewomen of Gandhara expect their
system of protection to begin to fail them after milennia
of effective defense. But the Russians' new weapons
don't seem to care much about magic, and the Gandharans
realize they must fight fire with fire. Tamai, who has never
been able to control her magical powers sufficiently to
join the wisewomen, is expendable; she is sent on a mission
south into the Raj to acquire the fabulous weapons known
as Martini-Henry rifles. Little did the wisewomen expect the
fables of the Raj to be real...