It is September of 1803. On the desolate plain of Assaye, a small force of British redcoats and their native allies has beaten an enemy force many times their number…but at a terrible cost. For their commander, the vampire general Arthur Wellesley, the outlook is grim. Although their back may be broken for now, he knows that the fleeing Maratha horde will soon reform and turn upon his beleaguered army once more, and this time at a time and place of their own choosing.
But the Marathas may well be the least of his worries. The bodies of the newly-dead are rising, turning to attack their former comrades-in-arms, fueled by an all-consuming lust for the flesh of the living. Empowered by the goddess Kali, an old enemy has returned from the grave to lead this army of the dead against Wellesley and his men.
Isolated deep in enemy territory, besieged on all sides by attacks from both the living and the dead, Wellesley knows that his supplies are running low and that his time is running out. He has only one option: attack.
