Djaref. Astis

In your hands lies yet another diary of Jaref Nocturne. The old, worn cover warms your hands. Of course, many centuries have passed since we last had a conversation. Time seems to fly by astonishingly quickly. But each time I open the diaries, my heart skips a beat at the sight of the familiar handwriting, because the Thread of the Loom bound us. And now, too, my fingers tremble ever so slightly with impatience—to open the book and sink into reading.

A new novel in the series, a fresh intrigue, and old enemies who hide their faces behind the title of [Master]. The intricate twists of Fatum play cruel jokes on the oydas, stirring souls and wounding hearts with the world's harshness. Even the Gods in their halls do not feel safe.

The protection of Deir lets out a loud crack…