A White Banquet
Blanc-mange for white dwarves in a whitewashed room
Blanc-mange for white dwarves in a whitewashed room
The trip by Dwarf-bus is a lasting pleasure. Except when it goes wrong …
Aorn is prisoneer of underwater giants. His dear friend Amyann is not in the same cage.
Lots of surprises. At the Earth Core, nothing is like on the surface.
The very beginning of Enoch’s lives, when he was but a bud
Enoch’s first years was pure happiness, tranquility, total freedom on the golden age. Then the war broke out.
Me, Aorn, I’m waiting for the day I could reach the Earth Core
From the flying carpets of the Arabian Nights to the ardent wheels of the prophet Ezekiel, our past loves air travel
Electricity was known to the ancients, power plants were running fast.
The Atlanteans and Hyperboreans used certain properties of metals that our civilization ignores.
Lightning conductors, batteries, superconductors, we invented nothing
Puzzling lamps were lighting since antiquity when discovered