Whoever believed that the dead of the first book had died was proven wrong on New Year's Eve when all the "prodigals" returned. Weakened in life by the elements of nature, by passions and loves that the upper part of the earth could not bear, they shook the dirt off their collars and triumphantly returned to feast once more with the living - one night, a whole world and the human drama in turmoil - until that respectable hour arrived, the first dawn, to calm down and hide again as they ought to in the darkness.

And all this under the watchful, deep-shadowed gaze of Lefkas, who would later choose the strange name Ramanthe Erebus as her true pseudonym.

(. . .) [Excerpt from the text on the back cover of the edition]