About the book: year / “Angel!” - they whisper enthusiastically after me, following me with envious glances. Why not be jealous? The figure is fire, smart, beautiful... But the character, the infection, betrays and after just a couple of phrases the enthusiastically trembling “angel” is replaced by a more down-to-earth and generally accepted “witch”. Yes, I'm a witch. Black, hereditary, one and only. And he managed to move right next to the necromancer academy! Now they don’t give me peace, considering it their duty to impress little harmless me. By the way, my name is Velimira, which means “peaceful”. Let the dear necromancers think so…