- Incubus? Nirsis, right? said Lord Alair in astonishment, and a very sly smile appeared on his lips. - I know him. Great guy. You'll like it too, let's go.

Before I realized that I was already standing on the street, at the huge wrought-iron gates of the palace, everything around me changed again, and Narlin and I found ourselves right in the vast hall of the atelier.

I don't know what exactly I expected from the place belonging to the incubus, but there was no languid twilight, no mysterious draperies, no sculptures of naked girls. The first thing that caught my eye was the impeccable cleanliness of the wooden...