About the book: year / She will never get lost in a crowd of hundreds and will not be alone on a deserted night street. She does not know how to divide the world into black and white, invariably directing her black, slightly slanted eyes with vertical pupils towards the intoxicating twilight undertones. She drinks in brotherhood with werewolves, avoiding the official representatives of the Mages Guild in a wide arc. And choosing at a fork one of two roads densely trampled by hundreds of feet, she will squint ironically, throw away strands of tar hair from her forehead and turn onto a cat path known only to her, whimsically winding between stones and trees. e-mail: [email protected]