If the words of an ancient curse have slipped from your lips, there is only one thing left—to set off on the road. After all, prickly traces of the magical thornbush on your face and body can’t be washed off with water or tears. And if you were a princess before, now you will become a thorn witch. Your fate is to wander the world in confusion and sorrow until you find the one whose head the dark spells you created have fallen upon. Break his curse—and perhaps you’ll be able to become human again. But the road is long and full of dangers. If you’re not afraid, take a gray wolf as your companion—through rough terrain and swamps, it will lead you to countries no one has ever heard of, to hidden corners of your own soul.