About the book: year / To inherit a house in the village - what could be better? That's all if this is a potions shop on the border of warring worlds, and I'm caught in the body of a girl with a tarnished reputation. Now I have no time to be bored. After all, my drunkard uncle accuses me of callousness, my neighbors accuse me of witchcraft, and the high druid considers me an inveterate thief and a smuggler, with no place to brand her. Any minute now he will forbid me to brew potions or give me something worse...