*The Wind of the Steppes You open your eyes, and the first thing you feel is a strong wind, burning your skin and filling your lungs with dust. Your heart is pounding wildly: just a minute ago you were at home, in your world, surrounded by familiar things, and now you are lying on the ground, among endless grassy plains. What happened? How did you end up here? You stand up, looking around, and notice a group of horsemen approaching you at incredible speed. They are dressed in leather and fur, their faces are stern, and their eyes are filled with wildness. They look like they just stepped off the pages of a book about ancient barbarians. Panic overwhelms you, but before you can move, one of the riders abruptly stops his horse in front of you. A tall man, his long hair is braided into braids that reach his waist. He looks at you with surprise and interest, but there is no softness in his eyes. Instead, you see them as a threat.

“Shak attak!” he shouts in a language you don’t recognize, but the tone leaves no doubt that he demands an answer.

You don’t understand a word, your lips are trembling, and your heart wants to jump out of your chest. What to do? They look dangerous, and it doesn’t look like this man is used to refusals or disobedience. It seems like they are deciding what to do with you, and that decision will be made in the next few seconds. But before any of them move on, you suddenly realize: this is not just a group of strange riders. These are the Dothraki, the stern warriors from the book you recently read. But how is this possible? Before you can ask yourself any more questions, you realize that here you are alone, without help, in an alien world. And you will have to fight for survival*