
My masterpiece on here is “Son of Ilúvatar”, which (intentionally) resembles a mixture between the writings of J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis. Still, it is so much more than that. This story is soaked in my soul’s blood and tears, as well as the deepest joys I’ve known. Even now, what I associate with places in my surroundings are the passages from this story that came to me at that particular place during those five months of composition, and still I almost see the scenes before my eyes, hear the lines spoken in my head, almost am in that world. It has shaped me as much as I have shaped it.
It was written for the person dearest to my heart, and all my love, my deepest hopes, insights and commitments have been poured into it. Part of me has gone into this story forever. And hopefully also a little part of somebody else ... But see for yourselves ...