About the book: year / An attempt to pretend to be a harmless pile of bones failed miserably. The Council of Ancients, the group of powerful liches ruling our world, wants to see me. And such close attention is unlikely to turn out to be anything good - if only because one of them has a good reason to kill me. He just doesn't know about it yet. Probably. I don’t even want to think about what will happen if they find out about Alda.…