About the book: year / “The worn saddle creaks again, and the wind cools the former wound... Where the devil has taken you, Sir Mortegar?.. Being a hero is not a job for everyone. I certainly wasn't born for this. I would like a quiet and peaceful life, with two wives and a small circle of close friends nearby. And, it would seem, dreams came true. The world forgot about my existence. A secluded island far from civilization - happiness! But when your daughter is a goddess, you can only dream of peace. Especially if something didn’t work out for her, and dark clouds hung over the world again. And since neither the official heroes nor the goddess can do anything, we have to try on the skin of the devil...” (c) From the memoirs of Sir Mortegar Leyan Nastar-Tand, written in the second year of the Era of Men in his own hand.