Endins

“The moonlight illuminated the place, the delicate and gloomy clarity showed Laura asleep in a gigantic nest made of sprouts. The skin uncovered by the camisole glowed, she was glistening, fragile and precious like a Russian egg decorated with gold and diamonds. He looked at her, or rather, he gazed at her, and then he wanted her, desired her, almost loved her. He turned at once, in rage, emitted a muffled scream so as not to unveil the little bird’s dream, bit his fist and the blood gushed out.”

Inside is a short and intense novel about the relationships between humans and non-humans, between art and barbarism. It is also a love story with touches of magical realism, a dark and lovingly amoral fable. A delight for those who seek to lose themselves.