About the book: year / “The prisoner has risen. My warriors tried to bring him back to his knees, but I stopped them...Dark skin, angular, sharp facial features, deep-set eyes and sharp, wormhole-like teeth. Otherwise, he was as stocky and broad as a dwarf. “But I have nothing to talk to you about,” the tsvarg spat relishfully at his feet. “Datora,” I called out to the armored woman. - Figure it out. The girl waved her sword and the black gnome’s head left its place on the shoulders... - Datora! Your mother! - I shouted and clasped my hands. “I wanted you to hit him in the face a couple of times. The girl in steel armor just shrugged her shoulders...” A little combative and not at all an epic fantasy. The story of the adventures of a simple guy who became an inquisitor and a very strange archangel in the vastness of the magical world. They don’t try to be heroes, but simply live and try not to offend themselves and their newfound friends. And the local Gods absolutely don’t care about the fuss of “insects” under their feet!