Halt, Don Juan ; yesterday you gave your word that you would come dine with me.

Lord of Gifts

Midday lull

Faces at the monastery

Renzo, a man to be feared ? Come now, I'm not yet afraid of shadows.

Golden hands

I haven't even finished writing this short story but I still did a cover so I could have fun making mockups

Chrysanthemums

La Reine Margot