It’s the trilogy’s first book and my first book, with all its pros and cons.

The story is apparently simple, almost an introduction, but never the less I love it. It was the beginning; what made everything else possible. That’s why it has a special place in my heart. Probably now that I’m older and have another experience, I would do things differently, but the essence of the book would still be the same. All that’s necessary for the story development is there, just like all the conflicts, emotions and attitudes that define the characters. In fact, the book is quite complete, and much more profound that some, by doing a first lightly reading, might think. One might say that the vocabulary is not yet very elaborated and that there is somehow a childish vision of the world of those mystical and mythic creatures. But, just like Aldous Huxley, I believe that there’s no point in spending my life trying to correct the artistic mistakes that I did in my early literary youth. I prefer to think of my next work.