Melba Blue Jay, sixteen, scrambling up a snow-filled mountain path, her knife at a child's throat. Archie Chung at the helm of the South Pacific Belle, foremast snapped like a toothpick, barreling toward a coral reef. Spindly Lydia Freeman, skin the color of dark ale, feeding tea made of birch bark to an Irish murderess. Zeke Roxxmott teetering at three hundred feet on the five-inch ledge of his penthouse, bent on a flawless destruction. Adventurers, inextricably linked by a bloodline - and an Indian's coin.