Roarharn. My son, who every year becomes more and more like his father, with one exception: there is not a drop of black flame in him. Now I understand that this is what saved me. When I started my pregnancy, I didn’t think about how I would raise the Irthanen. Fate, it seems, having decided that enough was enough for me, did not continue to deceive me further, and all the tests showed that I was a very ordinary woman and was carrying a very ordinary baby. Without a single drop of irthana blood. The most ordinary boy. If you don’t know who his father is. The final book of the trilogy.