About the book: year / Exhibit The mad lich howled ominously. Bony claw hands grabbed the bars of the cage. Dozens of runes flared up, clinging to the limbs of the undead. The disgusting smell of burnt meat floated through the museum hall. The skeleton in a torn robe continued to shake the bars, not paying attention to the pain tormenting its limbs. His scream made the hairs on the heads of everyone present stand on end and threatened to tear their eardrums to shreds..