Hello dear reader,
you, such a pretty rare and unique being!
There are two beasts breathing on my desk tonight.
One is fevered, almost trembling, its heart wild with the kind of love that burns like frost. It will not wait, it claws at the paper, it speaks in dreams, it demands to be born before the year exhales its last cold breath, hopefully. This creature is called Of Love and Other Nightmares, and it is a bunch of real stories, well most of them are real, some are so not, especially the love parts. No I am joking, it's a mix.
The other beast is slower, heavier, its pulse a distant drum. It walks through archives, inhales dust, wanders corridors of history and shadow. This one will take more from me. More nights without sleep, more blood in the ink. It asks for patience, and I obey, devoted.
Two books, two ghosts. One impatient, one enduring. I am their witness, their keeper, their reluctant parent.
Until the first breaks its chains, you may hear their murmurs in what I write here. If you listen close enough, you might even feel their teeth.