East, a Mighty Gale is Blowing – The First Book of Evlampia
When M.E. de Valois was appointed private secretary to the living legend of politics Prince Talleyrand, little could he have guessed about the purpose of his work. His employer called it “the mysterious strength of legitimacy,” but others had already described it as “the present mystery of lawlessness.” Its regime was one of curious ambitions. It claimed clarity and justice as its reasons, but ambivalence was its fashion and duplicity its condition; and while allegiance was its first command, treason appeared to be its rite of passage.
North, Far North of Gethsemane, God Spared a Tear for the Promised Land – The Second Book of Evlampia
Discussions between an emperor and a heresiarch run predictable courses: the one’s curiosity will slowly but surely give way to suspicion, the other’s audacity will eventually grow uninhibited to outright encroachment. But when it becomes evident to both of them that the reasons for their encounter are not simple and that the outcome of their deliberations is not for them to decide, they resort to extraordinary measures: one puts on a disguise to find facts, the other reveals secrets in order to better serve a secret faith.
“Go West,” They Told Themselves and Took to Troubled Waters – The Third Book of Evlampia
No one sets out to test the borders of sanity, no one wants to challenge the limits of fate; but it happens, and when one arrives there, he seldom realizes it. One day, measure, proportion and reason have suddenly evaporated; resolve has given way to abandonment. And it turns out it was surprisingly easy: a few years of disturbed sleep, a season of postponed happiness, a line of unheeded signs – and one false step.
In the South, the Wheel of Fire – The Fourth Book of Evlampia
Before they become events, revolutions exist in the minds of men; and it is therein that they survive long after their political demise. Such is the nature of ideas, but when one is brought up Graecian, an idea never comes alone: she is the property of a goddess and the reflection of an archetype; she looks like a star, a precious stone or an element; she becomes a certain woman – one grows up with her. Such exchanges are not without provisions. Gods incarnate, demigods reincarnate; and the civil servants of revolutionary states reinvent themselves by their own means: ambiguity, dissimulation and a knack for weathering logical contradictions.