Shaman: The Door Home

Adrenaline coursing through the veins and the collapse of the old barriers. Brawls with natives, bandits, and special services. Life on the edge. This world fit Borodin perfectly. Here he could breathe fully and become himself. But even one spoonful of tar can spoil a barrel of honey.

He’s here, like other Earthlings, not by choice. Some puppet masters tossed them into this world and watch them like little bugs. And Borodin refuses to put up with that. He has already been just a step away from the keys to his home world—twice. And in both cases, his hand reached for empty air. Two is a bad number. God loves the rule of three!