About the book: year / The maid clings to my forearm with her thin fingers and squeaks. - Hush-sh-she! - I hiss through my teeth. But instead of throwing the impudent woman out of the room, I look at her. This girl will outshine many dragons with her beauty. - Push! - She wheezes, trying to tear my hand away from her mouth. Unheard of impudence! But I'm letting go. This girl smells incredibly sweet, tasty, alluring. And it looks as if the gods themselves created it and for some reason sent it to our sinful world. Aisha is not from here. Why is she here? To drive me, the lord of dragons, crazy with my beauty. And become the mother of the bastard child whom I swore to love as my own son..