Gideon Ravenor, the owner of a refined intellect, powerful psi-power and extraordinary powers, is pursuing... drug dealers. Is it possible that heretics, sorcerers and demons have grown in the Imperium, that one of the best agents of the Inquisition is chasing criminals? But mysterious flexes are not ordinary drugs. The magic of the warp was clearly involved here. The search for the source of the next misfortune leads the inquisitor to the very edge of imperial space, where Gideon has never been before. But I have been on the verge of death more than once. And looking into the abyss is much more familiar and pleasant to him than looking into a mirror.