Nanshakh was born in South America in 1958.
One day, a cruel fairy peered over his cradle.
No no, she didn't even bother to plunge her sting in his flesh,
or to put a spell on him -all boring procedures actually,
and far too cliche for such a sophisticated fairy.
No. She just stayed there, toying with her whip,
looking down at him, with that undefinable smile only
a ravishing fairy all wrapped up in black leather could have.
She stayed until he saw her.
And then she left, chuckling to herself.
Nanshakh has always been making those illustrations.