The Sweep of the Black Wing. Part 1. The Willful Concubine

Standing in a cemetery by the grave marked with the name of my younger brother, I couldn’t come to terms with his loss. I couldn’t believe that he was no longer there. My heart cried together with my mother, who had suddenly grown older. And hope and faith whispered that all this was only a bad dream. The same kind of dreams from which he had always run to hide by me since childhood—such a nightmare, such nonsense as everything that had happened at the morgue during the identification of a child’s body, where no one but me could see that the body on the table wasn’t my brother’s!

And only I knew for sure—my baby, my little buddy, was alive and needed my help.

I will save him—in any world, from any enemy, under any circumstances, at any cost. Even if that cost is my freedom, my love, and my life.