Ioannina 1781,
I am Pamva, or otherwise Lenio, and this is my story. Not a very ordinary story. A story full of secrets, passions, wars, love and hatred. My life was not a fairy tale, neither was my mother's life, nor the life of my generation. I experienced evil and hatred from my childhood, from the moment I could understand myself, from the moment I uttered my first words. I was destined to live among generations of witches and grow up in conflicts and wars of dominance.
Every year of my life was a trial. Every day of my life was a new lesson. Every lesson was a ring of fire that harvested and made me grow stronger and stronger. I died and resurrected many times, not only physically but also mentally. Each time, that death made me stronger, more powerful. In the end, I always held my head high, until I became the fire itself and burned my enemies forever. In my short but turbulent life, I learned one thing very well, that glory, truth, and power come with a high price and bloodshed.
Magical and forgotten amulets, knives of betrayal, poisons from wicked witches, friendships in the form of snakes, wishes and curses. These were the things that filled my childhood years and the years that followed my adolescence. All these happened for me. To destroy the last generation of worthy, good, and kind witches. But my destruction became the destruction of my enemies, and I became the Phoenix that is reborn from my ashes, to narrate my story. I was reborn, and the moment has come, through the last of my generation, to tell you my story.

A thrilling novel that will become a part of you, you will experience it loudly until its last page, and you will remember it forever.