About the book: year / When he came to, he and Svenson were standing in front of a bright fire, on which boiling oil was bubbling merrily in a large cauldron. Inhaling a somewhat strange smell, Timberlake turned white as a sheet. “You have no right!” - he shouted. “Why?” - inquired the shaman standing next to him. “Because... because if you even lay a finger on us, hundreds of starships and hundreds of demons will fly here.” They... they will burn the village to the ground... uh... they will heal you... uh... they will restore the previous culture. “Be a man,” the shaman interrupted him. “After all, that’s what all demons say before they get boiled in oil.” Empty threats don't scare us.