My love of reading began with Antoon Krings’ Drôles de Petites Bêtes. They, and especially my mother, taught me to read. Since then, I have never travelled without taking at least one book in my luggage. The novels of Robert Jordan, Maxime Chattam, Angie Sage, Anne Robillard, Christopher Paolini, Alison Goodman, Joe Abercrombie and many other authors have rocked my adolescence and still accompany me in their Universes full of Fantasy and adventure. In the evening, as I fell asleep, I always had this habit of flying through these imaginary worlds until I created one, my own universe. Since then, I have never stopped travelling through my thoughts, imagining more and more worlds in a Multiverse that expands a little more each day. Yet I had no idea that one day these stories would come to life other than in my mind. Writing my own book? It was unimaginable. I couldn’t imagine myself as an author. How could I think of myself as one of those who had allowed me to escape with such carefully crafted language and plots? If I ever dared to write my first novel, I owe it to my brother. He showed me that nothing was unthinkable and that all we had to do was to release what was buried inside us to create the magic of a story. Reading his early novels gave me the courage to take the plunge, and if you like this Multiverse I’m sharing with you, he is the spark that made that sun shine. As for finishing my novels, for that I needed the one thing we all seek in this world. Without my wife’s Love, I would never have finished all those stories that were flying around in my head.
She is the answer.