Sometimes like a vivid painting and sometimes narrating the harsh reality, Tzanis Komnas, with his main companion being the stunningly beautiful, prodigal, magical, generous, rebellious, saintly, and demonic Anthia, journeys through Constantinople from 1808-1831.
In the tapestry of the narrative, the scent of Wind Hunter, which drives the hanums and noblewomen crazy, intertwines with loves and adventurous paths with unexpected developments, unspoken truths, mistresses of patriarchs, the revolution of 1821 depicted from the heart of the Ottoman Empire, European ambassadors selling women and children to the Turks, the "mutilated" Osmanlis roaming to enrage the Muslims, the massacres of Christians in Constantinople and Chios by the brutalized Ottomans, Pontus, Dragatsani, Tripoli, Nafplio, Alexandria, Maniaki.
And more: harems, poverty, magnates, swarms of street vendors, charlatan priests, street gangs, beggar guilds, crypto-Christians, bustling and bright bazaars, huge taverns at the entrances of which stand homosexual boys and porters carrying the drunk with baskets, slave markets, tortures, the dungeon and the police of the Patriarchate, holy water springs, the Great School of the Nation, love spells, odalisques, black and white eunuchs in the Sultan's palace, the dazzling nights of Ramadan, balls, Greek festivals, naval adventures, and so much more.
And all under the shadow of desire, fear, and the crowd, and through the tame and the wild, beauty and ugliness, good and evil, which can coexist in the same person and transform him, depending on the circumstances and situations he faces, into a saint, a demon, a saint and a demon.