About the book: year / I fell in love with him even before I first saw him. He came to me in a dream. Over and over again, this dream ended with me... killing him. And even though I was able to escape the clutches of the prophecy, the worst thing began later. After all, there is nothing worse than unrequited love for a person for whom you will forever remain that funny little girl you once were. "Little Frog" - that's what he called me because of my green hair. Except I'm not a girl anymore! I've grown up. So hang in there, Richard Winterstone, I'll prove to you that you shouldn't take me seriously.