Dmytro Gulyy

Helplessness is like a repulsive jellyfish: once it crawls into a heart, it leaves behind little but cold indifference. Yet neither her venom, nor any charms of oblivion, nor the Primordial Bottomless Lake itself could tame what bound the Winter Girl and the South Wind. This is no sweet bedtime story. This is an epic saga of personified elements, ancient sorcery, and a fierce chase across the sky, where the old gods will stop at nothing to hold the balance of the worlds.