A few years ago, an Elite Troops veteran of Kuwait War, visited me with a small package, wrapped in shining alluminium foil. My first tought was about some chocolate brought as a gift to be consumed together with a generous sip of aged and expensive rhum I always have in abundance for welcomed guests.
Being an ex soldier myself we engaged into nostalgic rememberings and all those men’s conversations that are like cement for a real friendship.
He then started to talk about his deceased grand mother and her folk practices, Sibilla readings and the relationship of magic with mainstream religion.
A Priest gave to his grandmother a grimoire to aid him and help people. He had carried the book with him during his front line operations in war.
I unwrapped the thin foil and darker than chocolate, sweetest than sugar and more deadly than calories this grimoire and a biker veteran 1/ skull ring were inside as a sign of friendship between gentlemen and ex militaries…
This man is Alex Campara.
A student of mine, a friend.
Needful like a bullet for a gun in troubled times…
This book cannot be read from 1 to 3 p.m. nor from 7 to 9 of evening, nor at midnight.
It has been probably printed in the late XIXth century, no data, no publisher.
Just a misterious and appealing title:
THE BLACK DRAGON