Message in a Bitter
Message to the bitter, for those who watch when the gods sleep
Here And Then
Planet E
When you face the unknown, the company of a fairy is a good thing.
The Distorted I
The Spirit? A rumor of pixels, stretching its wired complaint. The material? Holographic flesh!
From Tautavel To Bozouls
On the traces of the golden tongue, Alain Aillet still crosses the track of the invaders of Hyperborea
Star Traveler
On an ageless night, I descended into the womb of dreams. I saw the light
Odious Odin, Frightening Freya
Alain Aillet regales us with a mythological deciphering of which he has the secret with that of the Golden Tongue.
The Purple Ribbon
By opening the old mahogany chiffonier, he had not sought to find anything
Immortals Café
Every morning, around nine o’clock, he settles down on the same terrace. There, he looks.
Teutonic, Archetypal Language
The Teutonic language has kept a good part of the original language
Aurochs Ford 2
He wakes up again, without haste, as one comes back from a journey that cannot be written.
Aurochs Ford 1
When the rain crackles on the tiles of his house, Aurochs Ford Street, he gives himself to dreams
The Sons of Light
At a time before oblivion, men walked to the sacred, to the winds of legends.