Every sorcerer is made from the blood of his Family. It tells you what the future should be like, what you should be like, and what you need to do. Warlocks, a scandal in the Conclave, a police order, a leaking roof and a corpse in the backyard... all this is my concern; and if Rod wants a marriage with a strange man who has come from over the mountains, I have nothing to doubt. They say that sometimes the blood rebels, and then the sorcerer wakes up on a predatory morning. There, sleep mixes with reality and the whispers of the Abyss are heard, and terrible old fairy tales become reality. But, of course, this will never happen to me.