The Killing Floor Blues

Nobody has ever escaped from the Iceberg. It is 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 is 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 cannot engineer his escape in time to stop them, none of his friends are safe. Then there is the matter of the warden's dark secret, the one that is 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 have won. They are 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.