About the book: year / Love does not always bring happiness. No, everything is not always as simple as in our rosy dreams: a blazing hearth in the halls of your master, his gentle smile on his thin, sly lips and children fiddling on the floor by the fireplace. Sometimes you have to go through your own little death of the gods in order to win... Not exactly love, but at least condescension. Sometimes you need to give up the whole world, everyone you loved, so that the corner of his lips at least twitches in a hint of a smile... However, I will not back down. My name is Sigyn. And this is my story.