I thought I had already lived my life, but higher powers decided otherwise. Now I’m no longer a seventy-year-old grandmother—I’m a young girl living in another world, where dirigibles and dragons fly across the sky. How should one take such a turn? I haven’t decided yet. First, I need to understand who I am now, how I ended up in a hotel in not the biggest town—and where I was headed.
Probably, everything would have been simpler if, at that moment, an actual passenger dragon hadn’t crashed nearby, and its owner with a little son hadn’t been injured and brought to the same hotel where I’m staying.
While saving the boy, I died and ended up in another world in the body of a young girl. And I’d already been planning a quiet old age surrounded by children and grandchildren. But now I’ll have to deal with the problems of a different child—to understand where his mother has gone and why all the women from his father’s side continue to disappear.
Maybe I should grab the boy and run without looking back? But why does it feel like his father has nothing to do with it? Or do I just want to believe that?