About the book: 2021 / Pestilence decimated most of the population when invaders came from the mountains through the pass. They did not touch us, but in the hands of the leader were the signatures of the king, transferring to him the rights to the land. To my land. A land I couldn't leave. People could not be left alone. And the earth itself is filled to the brim with secrets. Secrets tied to my blood. And everything would be fine, I would have coped with this misfortune, but the events of past years were so exhausting, so frayed that I wanted to hide. Behind the wall, behind someone's back. Anywhere. Take shelter from the icy wind, hitting your face with prickly snow that burns your skin. I'm so tired of being strong that I still have to make a choice and decide what the future will be like.