About the book: year / Venator took off his thick leather gloves, closed his eyes, inhaled, extended his hand with his palm towards the dark, deserted street and froze. Ten minutes passed until he came out of his trance. Yes, it was all there, vile and crawling. He felt it as much as the smoky stench of rotting flesh that enveloped the city. He squinted, intensely peering into the evening twilight, as if an ordinary gaze could penetrate there, into the putrid darkness, where the astral eye could not reach. He took two daggers and a loaded pistol out of his bag and put it in his belt, and threw a special, custom-made blunderbuss with a wide bell at the end of the barrel behind his back. I pulled eyepieces made in the alchemy laboratory over my eyes. The twilight receded, and the world around faded, lost its colors, turning into shades of gray. Two cutlasses, almost like infantry ones, but longer and wider, in silver runic script, fit comfortably in the palm of his hand. He sighed and carefully, almost stealthily, moved down the middle of the street, carefully listening and peering at his surroundings..