-Who.. Who are you?… -Marv the Dwarf is my name. Don’t be afraid, I’ll show you how to get back to the path, he answered with his tiny, barely audible voice and his trust inducing grin grew wider. -But… But… I must be dreaming, I whispered bewildered. I wasn’t only Read more…
So this how it happened. One sunny afternoon, when I was about halfway through primary school, we set off to Senica, a hill directly behind my home village. My father was the leader of the company, my older brother followed and stumbling behind them was me with two friends of Read more…
part 1 Marv the Dwarf is really a gnome. His size is of a human thumb, even though this thumb would most probably belong to a burly lumberjack. Still, a thumb is a thumb. Marv, because he was recognized as a MARVellous storyteller and indeed he is, as you will Read more…