I’m nearing the end of my English translation of The Songs of Adhartach’s Servants.
In Russian, this book already asked a great deal of me—its layered voice, its shifting registers—and now I’m trying to carry those nuances across without losing their shadows or their light.

The story is set in the thirteenth century. It is dark, yes, and there are faint threads of the fantastical, but the heart of it lies elsewhere: in arguments of faith, in the meeting of cultures, and in the quieter work of self-search. If the history is the frame, the inner journey is the painting.

I don’t know how many readers will find this small corner of Goodreads, but if you have: welcome. I’ll share more soon—about choices on the page, and the places the text insists on going.