I gave you eyes, yet you gaze into the mist

Between jagged mountain ranges, a land where wolf hunters, bandits, ghosts, beasts, and demons dance, ancient Kravell farmsteads cling to the ground like lice. This is a house where women live, where each day contains centuries of memory. It all began with Joanna—she betrayed her pact with the devil, and so the devil cursed her descendants to lack something. Markalida has a manic, quarter-missing heart, Branca's mouth is like an empty nest, Angela feels no pain, Marta has lost her memory. Bernadetta, without eyelashes, who as a child poured too much thyme water into her eyes, can see the end of everyone's fate. She saw that she would die today, and all the women who had lived and died in this house were preparing a feast for her.