Wilmont Kreis

Before I explain those pesky asterisks, I suppose I need to explain more about how the books came to be. What started as a short trip to the local library clutching a paper and pencil in case I found anything worth jotting down became a fifteen year quest for information leading me deeper and deeper into the bowels of libraries and other sources including many trips to places far away in quest of answers. Along this voyage, I wrote some reports and some brief synopses on the life of so-and-so, but it became ever more evident that something on a grander scale was calling. It was not data. It was people—all manner of people—screaming to escape the dank depths of the bibliothèques to return to the daylight if just for enough time to tell their stories, something they could do much better than I.
And what stories they were! More to come…