"Do you think I didn't hurt? Do you think I don't suffer? Regrets tyrannize me mercilessly, day and night... sleep refuses to close my eyes, and when it does, it never grants me even a moment of the relief of oblivion... I close my eyes and see her, I open them, and there she is again! Dead, and bloodied, with her eyelids closed... and then, there she is, appearing before me, alive, and yet dead again, my hands slip inside her, her body is nothing but vapor and air..."

Within the cold walls of Tymbris Castle, a curse awaits to be broken, with the fulfillment of a prophecy consisting of four words.

These four words that have shadowed its residents for centuries, that haunt its owner, now weigh unbearably on Roxane, who, now trapped in the Twilight, tries to come to terms with the new, harsh reality.

Three key people come to the fore, each in their own way, with answers or more mysteries to solve, and the castle company embarks on new adventures, on a risky, chimerical journey, which, however, does not seem to have a happy ending...

The second book of the "Twilight" trilogy follows the rhythm of the melody that created it; it is breathtaking, moving, troubling and enchanting; it brings its characters to the limits, and its readers to a strange, musical intoxication.