"Witches' Monastery" was four years in the making, but just like a mischievous kid, it decided to see the light of day with the "best" timing possible: during the greatest war in Europe since the second World War.
The novel was born among screams of countless missile alarm, soul-crushing noise of someone's home falling to dust, mothers' heart-wretching screams and their prematurely gray hair.
It's the left bank of the Dnipro river and it's the seventeenth century: the Wild Fields , the last frontier of the unclaimed Ukrainian land where just about anything can happen; it's the territory where witches' covens, servants of dargon Zmiy, demons and spirits of the forests, fields, rivers and lakes reside and rein. It's a place where the Cossacks come by to the local "schenke" and clerics help a baptized folk fight the sinister darkness that is nearing from the North-East.
The glory of Vassian from Kyiv and his noble deeds reached Vyshnevechchyna, where he was invited to look after untamed magical lands as well as to serve God by a local church, to educate the its people and fix his best enemy's blunter. The latter would be Fymko, the imp.
What can go wrong if the pious a-soon-to-be priest decides to help a young witch lose her cursed legacy, given that Vassian is himself an heir of a powerful witchers' coven?