"I'd like to be the star, not the planet, water instead of earth, a muse not the goddess. Music instead of an instrument, an image not a mirror, a flower instead of a fruit... My time is running out and I'm thirsty. My head aches from so many pointed fingers, from so many sharp gazes.
The chimera moves its ambiguous figure, carved in stone, rigid. It still retains its spirit and feminine face. Mythical and draconic, it transmutes its matter".

I got to draw the opening chapter illustrations using black ink and paper-cuts