by Mario Routi
My editor, Mr Andrew Crofts, for his guidance, all the way through.
Mrs Stephanie Karamanolis, Mr Costas Kois and Mrs Eugenia Kollia, for correcting my texts.
My dear friend and writer, Pantelis Giannoulakis, for his efforts.
Mr Ilias Livanis and Mr Vasilis Vasilikos for their continuous support for so many years.
Mr Robin Waterfield and Mr Charles Ostroumoff for their valuable assistance.
Professor Leonidas Charitides for broadening my horizons.
My family and especially my father, to whom this book is dedicated. Without his valuable advices and guidance, as well as his tireless encouragement, this story would never have been created.
The Damonza Artistic Team for their beautiful and original creations.
Mr Mukul Khattar and his team at InkNuts for their great work.
All my close friends, the Cardinals of the Brotherhood of the Cyanize Pope, for their friendship and lovely company.
Of course, words can never be enough to thank my publicist and consultant, Mr Tony Mulliken, as well as Ms Fiona Marsh and the whole team at Midas.
Last but not least, I want to thank YOU, dear friend, for reading my book, which was written especially for you. I hope that you have enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.
Mario Routi
London, December 2013
The Author
Mario is a cool, mysterious and slightly sloppy guy. He sneaked to the third planet from the sun more or less forty+ years ago, taking advantage of a tender moment between his lovely parents, using them as his Portal.
As a child, he wrestled and boxed every day with his dear brother, but without really hurting each other. During his youth years, he worked hard to persuade friends and teachers that he was just a normal guy who was indeed from this world, and not some dangerous alien.
Submitting to the demands of contemporary society, he was forced to study several stuff, here and there, in order to penetrate the business world, escaping a few years later to become an author.
Having written a few dozen articles, a script or two and a couple of best selling novels, he created his own world, one which lives inside his skull, where he continually tries to persuade his characters that he is not a god but just their creator, so they should see him more like a father, just as his beloved Earth children do. He is proud of his characters, viewing them as individual, autonomous creatures, not bound or guided.
He currently flows between the Earth and the Land of the White Sun, wandering in the deepest places of both worlds, bringing his readers back tales of the adventures of his heroes.
Meanwhile in reality, his biggest problem is forgetting where he has parked his car, (or his spaceship), while his greatest worry is reserved for how his favourite soccer team will fare.
www.mariorouti.com
