Dikê is dead. She died on her wedding day. That’s the only thing that Lyra knows, the only thing Ragweed sings about every night. Until one of the Twelve says the truth: Dikê is alive. She’s been taken to Hell. So sh...

Dikê is dead. She died on her wedding day. That’s the only thing that Lyra knows, the only thing Ragweed sings about every night. Until one of the Twelve says the truth: Dikê is alive. She’s been taken to Hell. So she goes there, to bring her back. Beyond the lies and threats of the Twelve mafia, beyond the capital’s dirty streets, beyond death. Carrying only her guitar, Lyra composes a new song: Dikê is alive. And she’s bringing her home.