In our wilderness of magical incidents, nothing like that ever happens. Once a year, some swamp vampire crawls out—or a werewolf shambles in from an ancient dolmen—and that’s it. So we were very surprised when a young, promising newcomer was appointed as the new resident mage. He arrived on an elegant single-seat dragon, stepped confidently across the city square—and then… then the peaceful life ended. The world went mad!
And why? Because someone smiles too often. And the hands of that someone are way too mischievous. And that look—just goosebumps won’t save you. But the girls of the Astir family are sensible enough not to fall for charms. The main thing is to explain it to the mage…