About the book: year / Flashes of bright light sometimes leaked through the creeping stonework of the old rickety house. But even a casual passer-by through the garden overgrown with thorns would not have been able to see these flashes and hear the cries coming from the house. There, around a fireplace built in the middle of a small room, stood three figures in black capes. “Baal Akhanam, accept this blood,” a female voice rang out. - Accept it! - the others howled.