There was no warning. Nobody could see it coming and nobody quite knew what happened. The city was rocked to the very core; the streets were shining as the rain hammered down from on high, doing nothing to douse the flames. Their flames. The flames they, had started. The fires raged and the would not be extinguished. Not a soul would dare to leave a closed door, anywhere in Auld Reekie.

The fires raged and the bells of St Giles were silenced for the first time in three hundred years. The cobblestones glistened under the torrential rain and the smell of the burning was all around, all consuming, thicker than the haar and even more sinister.

The worst was to come. The end of the beginning and certainly not, the beginning of the end. Not yet. The fires burned…