"The drumbeat echoed through the dark forest. Just once. enough to send a shiver up Ronin's spine and freeze the blood in his veins. His hand moved to his sheathed sword as his eyes scanned through the mist. His companions dared not move either. The only sound disturbing the eerie silence belonged to their weapons being made ready for what must surely come. Undead warriors rose, stirred from their eternal p ...Täielik kirjeldus
"The drumbeat echoed through the dark forest. Just once. enough to send a shiver up Ronin's spine and freeze the blood in his veins. His hand moved to his sheathed sword as his eyes scanned through the mist. His companions dared not move either. The only sound disturbing the eerie silence belonged to their weapons being made ready for what must surely come. Undead warriors rose, stirred from their eternal peace by the Drum Master, the man the Nine had been hired to stop. But the hunters have since become prey, and the forest was closing on them. They heard the moans, the chattering teeth, the bodies stripping themselves from the leaf-covered soil. Ronin unlocked his katana as the mist rose higher still. The groans intensified, and the wind carried on the stench of the moving corpses. As one they burst through the haze, rusty blades swinging from rotting hands. Ronin freed his sword. It was time to kill the undead or join them. It was time to save Japan or see it doomed"-- back cover