About the book: year / Here she is - Claudia Raymus. He sleeps on a compacted mattress, without taking off his brocade dress, torn by the dogs. Wearing an ugly mask to protect her from the plague that rages behind the mud walls of the shack. Bitter smoke tangled in her hair, blood caked under her nails. The oblique knife of the guillotine is sharpened and waiting. And Claudia dreams of a shirtless groom and her chapped lips stretch into a smile.