The sprites had taken them, grasped them: they were about to drag the cubs into the abyss. Why? Pinch and the other couldn’t touch their companions or they would be absorbed too. Half of his companions were sacrificed there, the sprites descended into the abyss and then they disappeared, in order to reappear somewhere else. … More Pinch – Chapter IV
The Shaman asked them to declare out loud their own name and invited them to approach the Core. He made an incision in the trunk and gathered the pouring lymph in an unrefined goblet and all of them drank from it. In this way, the Creation protects you – said the Shaman, then ordered them … More Pinch – Chapter III
The moment came. That night the Shaman came along with the sprites and guided the cubs through the woods to the Core of the Forest. The Shaman stopped right in front of the Core and looked every one of them in the eyes, made a sign and started his demonstration. Each one of the cubs … More Pinch – Chapter II
His family and his entire community were dedicated to the Forest and to the service of their elder brothers, as they used to call them. He had never met anyone from the other clan, but he knew it would be the Shaman to guide them for the first time to the Core of the Forest … More Pinch – Chapter I
He reached the Elsewhere and there his life was led by loneliness, at first he devoted himself to art of murder, as a mercenary, with the idle illusion of finding a true valorous leader to follow. But Margai couldn’t bear compromises: every promise of civilization, every apparently free society were standing on ill-concealed forms of … More Margai – Chapter III
Margai listened carefully to Shaman’s tales, stories exalting the past and each time described in a different way, telling how he witnessed the Change, but every time in contradiction with the previous ones. He covered up his lies with more and more distressing and dark details, his purpose was to choke every desire of knowing … More Margai – Chapter II
Margai was born and raised in the Forest, its beauty and magic where home to him and his clan: the only life he knew, the incessant migration of his people among the borders between the Forest and the Elsewhere. Every adult was a warrior, reared with the tribal rituals and loyal to the Shaman of … More Margai – Chapter I
“They are indeed the hands of the Creation: through them the forest feeds upon fallen heroes”
The Creation 