About the book: year / I weave the lace of words, and it weaves into life. I let him float on the water and fly in the wind, glitter in the autumn sun like a cobweb... I'll tell you a fairy tale. A scary tale that I myself heard on a dark winter night. It wasn’t people who told it to me... It’s about the Wild Forest that stood as a wall on the northern border of the Free Principalities, and about the Master of this Forest. About the Beast that comes at midnight, gliding between the hundred-year-old pines. His paws leave no marks on the ground, and his skin is whiter than the very first snow. He senses a victim in the air. The scent of fear emanating from her makes saliva drip from his fangs. He didn't come for you today. Not yet. You still have some time. But tomorrow the Master will come out of the Forest, and the fairy tale will come true. All you have to do is open the first page.