I'm from the Netherlands, studying Hebrew and Aramaic and I sometimes have stories in my head that need out. So they do. But only privately still. Petting cats is a favourite of mine. As is digging up British comedians from the 1960's. And onwards. I'm fascinated by paradoxes, gnosticism and cultures in between cultures. Then there's also painting and my a-thousand-ways-to-use-garlic-in-food philosophy. There's so much other trivia I actually hold very dear but would not be very appropriate to state here.
I came across Melusine in our friendly Amsterdam-based American Book Center, which has a large SF/Fantasy section. I loved it from the start. Such strong, heartfelt characters, the given of the Labyrinth and the Gardens of Nephele where one can wander in astral form, marvelous, needlessly said.
Upon finishing M. found your website, read the first four chapters of The Virtu online and promptly ordered your book from America. And waited a cuticle-biting week.(A small reference to The Virtu, which I loved as well: the Dead Tree and its sole green sprig, now that is evocative. That was a sign of hope, so very beautiful). Since then I often return here to read what you and others write, sometimes feel the odd need to interject some kind remark or other, and above all to see a writer in progress. That and the cryptic divulging of bits about the story, which remains, thank heavens, indecypherable.
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Date: 2007-02-26 11:06 pm (UTC)I came across Melusine in our friendly Amsterdam-based American Book Center, which has a large SF/Fantasy section. I loved it from the start. Such strong, heartfelt characters, the given of the Labyrinth and the Gardens of Nephele where one can wander in astral form, marvelous, needlessly said.
Upon finishing M. found your website, read the first four chapters of The Virtu online and promptly ordered your book from America. And waited a cuticle-biting week.(A small reference to The Virtu, which I loved as well: the Dead Tree and its sole green sprig, now that is evocative. That was a sign of hope, so very beautiful). Since then I often return here to read what you and others write, sometimes feel the odd need to interject some kind remark or other, and above all to see a writer in progress. That and the cryptic divulging of bits about the story, which remains, thank heavens, indecypherable.
Ad astre, ms. Monette!