Wirrun was happy. He was living free, with his golden girl Murra, and they took what they needed from the land as men used to do. But Murra, laughing, lovely Murra, had once been Yunggamurra, a water spirit, and she knew that one day her sisters would come to claim her back. Meanwhile another threat was lurking in dark corners of the land, growing in power; an evil and mysterious thing that called itself death. It was a man's creation, though it had gone awry, and Wirrun was called on to set it right. So the shadows close about Wirrun as he went to seek out death, to bind it or be destroyed by it.