“Sit down. The fire’s warm, and I’ve been keeping this story for you.”
Roman came fifth — after Lupa, Leo, Nox and Aquila — a lost boy raised by wild things, who earned the right to be called Keeper. Every story in this world passes through his keeping, and this room, with its deep chairs and its windows over the whole world, is where he tells them.
The boy Roman’s face is never shown. The Keeper’s is. This is him.
NEXT — TAKE THE CHAIR BY THE FIRE ↓By firelight, Roman tells the tales he keeps — and sometimes the shadows on the wall tell them with him. Take the chair across from him. It all plays right here.














You have come to the round room at dusk, and the Keeper is glad of company.
Sit across the fire. Five sparks of stories lie on the table — touch one, and Roman will tell its tale.
Five sparks on the table — feather, cup, stone, map and horse. Hear them all, then touch the fire to say goodnight.
That is how it begins. The rest of the book is Roman’s to tell — and yours to find.
On his page today, the shelf opens each book’s first chapter with Roman reading. That carries over, untouched.