Helga no longer wants to throw the dead filth off our balcony… And I’m about to have a nervous breakdown! Because thanks to the efforts of the former god with a certificate—and my daughter, who can straighten a train’s buffer bar in a bet—my quiet little castle Kost has been turned into a madhouse! I can only manage to swat away phantom wolves, flying vikings, the amorous lady Melissa, overreaching barons, a friend-traitor, the school principal, vampires, and other creatures.
The boundaries are restless. Darkness stirs behind their icy walls and gathers strength. The White Committee runs its own game; in the city, an uprising of the adepts is ripening; and they’re trying to blow up my beloved right in the bathtub. And to make things worse, the barons, the conungs, and even my scrawny page are vying for Helga’s attention?!
Enough. I’m going to meet the bridegrooms. Where’s my battle axe?