Where shadows dim with shadows mate in caverns deep and dark, where old books dream of bygone days when they were wood and bark, where diamonds from coal are born and no birds ever sing, that region is the dread domain ruled by the Shadow King.
Second part, in Dutch: Gestapeld uit Boek op Boeken - Verlaten, vergeven van de Vloeken- Omzoomd door dode Ramen - Bewoond door allerlei Spoken tezamen - Bezocht door vreemde Dieren - Van leer en van papieren - Een Oord van Waan en Geschal - Geheten Slot Schaduwhal.
This is where my story begins.
Van de sterren komen we, Naar de sterren komen we terug. - Het leven is slechts een reis in de vreemde. "
From the stars we come, To the stars we 'll come back. Life is just a journey outside/ to the unknown. "
I trust I shall be forgiven for having taken such an editorial liberty, but I firmly believe that these fragments possess all the makings of a book in its own right.