The Unclean. The Villain. Book 2

Truth can be worse than wormwood—yet there is no other like it. If a fortune has fallen upon a wizard to become a toy in someone else’s hands, what difference does it make whether they’re pulling him toward good or toward evil: the master doesn’t care about the doll’s desires.

Nedzdan thrashes in search of support, pitching from side to side, trying to understand where he will find the right shoulder: with Lyubava, the one closest to his heart—or with his newly acquired brothers and sisters, bound by the same blood and the same Rite?

Through a tangle of visions, enemy snares, and secret plots, he makes his way toward the answers—and the terrifying whisper within grows clearer and clearer, the stronger it draws him in. Nedzdan clenches his teeth, trying not to respond to the call… but it won’t work. In the end, he turns back, because the road is his fate, and a wizard cannot fail to follow his own path.