If I had known the future, would I have been braver? If I had known that the powers of Hell would be unleashed, would I still have chosen to hide?

No one knows the answer.

I was 15 years old when I crossed the threshold, and even though the action wasn’t mine to control, there’s no alternative but to learn and live by the rules created in that moment.

The darkness forced itself inside to taint my blood and make it sting like poison. Each memory that I try to chase away reveals my invisible scars. My arms, marked by struggling in this endless war, are folded across the chest like a protective shield against danger, but to no success. I’m paralysed and trapped within dirty sheets. I want to cry, scream, fight and be free.But I’m a naked corpse with all weaknesses and fears exposed to the world. My flesh has never been mine.

My soul was safe on the other side of the border, but now there’s nothing that stands between the darkness and me, when it comes to claim my last breath

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Been a long time since I wrote, but a lot of stuff has been going on.

First, shortly after my last post, I came down with the flu. Then my left arm started to act up even worse than before. My damaged nerve is really irritated and the muscles overcompensated.

But, I'm doing all I can to finish the first draft of The Marionette. So far, so good. By the end of the night, 10 chapters out of 50 will be all done. So, "only" 40 chapters to finish in a month ... not the best situation, but it is what it is.

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I've been working forever on this illustration for the booktrailer. It's my character Lorena and I'm really proud of how far I have come when drawing on a tablet :D

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