Cassalancq

About the Book

The world was young once as we all were, and there is a magic to lost worlds become so just in the telling. Forget your dreary functional life and allow yourself to dream a little away and suddenly you are in the realm of Cassalancq. It is a beautiful place just beyond our reach as the times become rougher clouding our once all trusting, all feeling eyes into nonreceptacles to the pleasures that could be just round the bend. Stretch your mind’s eye to encompass a vision of mine of this enchanting isle.

About the Author

I am one of these old souls that was born out of sinc to revel in old lace, past worlds and different cultures other than my own that I emulate to escape the pain I fi nd in this life. It is simple to adhere to a different set of aesthetics and pretend your leanings are superior to your times-bite you were born into. It is a clever conceit to make up for inadequacies one normally feels when growing up and my drawings I started when I was eight are now germinated into the story I now tell.