A dizzying dance in a circle of dangers! The music plays, inviting a demon…
The pike has been eaten—but the teeth remain. So after the demon was expelled from the world of Rimát, those who he hadn’t yet managed to corrupt remained—those who served him willingly, happily, without any change.
What do they need?
Power, money, strength… that is equally needed by people and non-humans. But who will share?
An old king dies, and a new monarch sits on the throne. Power is unstable—maybe now is the time to tear off a piece for yourself?
Or not? Everything is so fragile, so defenseless, and there are no necromancers in the capital—there are medinci, and it’s high time to strike…
The Ksares family, arriving from the colonies, without noticing themselves find their way into the middle of events. But how can you stand aside when your friends are in danger? How not to interfere when you see injustice?
How can you pass by—at seventeen?
How can you not fall in love… and of course not with the wrong person.
However, Feola’s rītan doesn’t think about any of this. She just lives.
Or—she dances?
And again a dance with a demon: a dance in a circle of danger—dancing while dodging the monster’s tentacles.
Maestro, music!