About the book: 2020 / ...Right outside the gate stood a black carriage, huge, without windows. Just a hefty black box. In the same way, without much difficulty, but very carefully, they pushed me inside, and the lock clicked from the outside. I fell to my knees, my legs couldn’t support me, and I convulsively gasped at the stuffy air that for some reason smelled of musk and cinnamon. “Oh,” said someone’s voice. Male, pleasant voice. - wow, there was a smell of a pigsty. The carriage jerked and rolled, away from the house and towards Brennen Castle.