Mer Hart

Stories from Between

The Between does not appear on any map.

It is a threshold that can be crossed at dawn or at dusk.
Where the world of people gives way to the forest, and where the old yields to the new.

From time to time, the roads of everyone lead there.

It is not a place where one can safely wait.

Every step taken from there must be paid for.

This is where stories are born.
I only write them down.

My name is Mer Hart.