Pythagoras lies dying at the end of his long and magnificent life. Part genius, part mystic, he has devoted himself to defining the perfect cosmic system he created, the great unity of numbers and mathematics and the universe. But suddenly, it has all gone horribly wrong—a terrifying secret has arisen within the Brotherhood of his loyal followers, and murders are committed to protect it.
Tormented by memories and nightmares alike, ravaged by the Furies, by turns vague and lucid, Pythagoras refuses to face the fact that the utopian society that he has created is coming apart at the seams.
As Milo of Corinth, his protector, put it: “Pythagoras dreamed this perfect society into existence, and now he is dreaming it out of existence again.”