Hernan and his soldiers face a sophisticated and unfathomable people. An interpreter who knew their language would be worth her weight in gold. And if beautiful, she'd be a weapon of changing history power: Malinche, Marina, Malintzin.

Could the faithful and honorable Captain Olid be the only one to resist the overwhelming personality of Hernan Cortes? A man in love is willing to do anything, but also, in the middle of war, love spreads open his most vulnerable flank...

Not everyone believes Hernan and his men are gods. Xicotencatl is the most hostile leader towards Hernan, but the perspective of finishing his Tenochtitlan enemies is very tempting. What decision will the warrior prince of Tlaxcala take?

What shadow cast the steps of Hernan towards Tenochtitlan, a city that made the greatest European capitals of the time pale in comparison? How much destruction entailed the creation of a new world? Only someone could tell the story: Bernal.

Despite the pleadings of his warriors to attack Hernan, his resemblance with Quetzalcoatl burden the religious Moctezuma. Are they gods? Are the prophecies being fulfilled? What to do, when misfortune comes, the way it has been written?

Hernan has to fight far away and leaves his bravest man in command, in spite of Marina's opinion. Under the leadership of impetuous Alvarado, the Mexica and the European views clash, jeopardizing everything Hernan has conquered up to now.

Hernan entrusts his dearest friend a mission almost suicidal –to escape with all the gold of the Mexica empire, among hundreds of thousands of furious city dwellers, vexed by the violence and greed of those they once believed were gods.

Who was Hernan Cortes? Even his soldiers did not understand, when he ordered to sink their ships, the size of the attraction he felt for those magical lands and peoples, so great that he wanted to make them his own, forever.