Pellegrina’s first phrase, “When I open my eyes,...” was written at Sukai Sar, Kashmir, in September 2018 A.D.

I was a former Officer and a Delegate in a humanitarian mission.
Pellegrina’s last phrase, “Farewell, my brother, my son, my friend,” was written in my cherry-wood-paneled office, with many more wrinkles upon my face, in September 2025 A.D.

I was a Criminal Lawyer.

It took me seven years to write something that’s nothing like anything you’ve read before.

If you are interested in unweaving what has been woven, read the few lines of “Pages Intentionally Left Blank.” Read it thoughtfully for there lies, among lies, the first truth. 

If you wish to know more about me, follow the “About Christopher” link.

If you feel that you would like a glimpse into the mysteries of Pellegrina, open the Contents.

And if you wish to hold in your hands a Private Copy, or offer a special gift to that avid reader friend of yours who longs to lose themselves in a difficult yet unique work of art, choose one of the 666 copies of the Aspera Editio or one of the 888 copies of the Vulgata Editio — and let them drawn alone.