The Legend of the Longest Night

Ann-Sofi Carlborn

Cardboard - 384 pages

Throughout history, mystics and saints, as well as philosophers and poets, have explored and written about the concept of "the longest night"; this mythical inner journey to the origin of the soul and the source of love.

By using archetypal characters and metaphorical storytelling, the author wants to contribute to making this fascinating concept more accessible with this book.

With humor and excitement as her guiding light, she has managed to bring together different worlds that surround us all. In The Legend of the Longest Night, insects, animals, humans, nature creatures, spirits and angels work together to help each other come to an understanding of the meaning of life. When they get in touch with their higher selves, everyone realizes that they have their own steps to take in personal development and in the universe's eternal dance of life, where no one has more value than anyone else. It is only together, in unity, that we become strong individually. We then gain the courage to take responsibility for ourselves and our own actions and in this way we also help the Earth, our mother of all. The hope is that during the course of the adventure, the reader will not only get to know the characters, but also previously unknown parts of themselves - and at the same time learn about the force that binds us all together: Love!

"I wish you as a reader a good and different reading experience."

Ann-Sofi Carlborn

From the book:

Finally he would do it! It was as if an invisible force forced him. Was it fate? Could fate be avoided? What he had been ordered to do would have terrible consequences, he just felt it... All night he had been tossing and turning, wondering whether he should do it or not... He didn't want to. But he had to. Yes, he simply had to. Just a little stab, and it would all be over. A little, little stab in the little human child's arm. It wouldn't be that difficult.

As soon as the little child's soft breathing, the room was completely silent. On the nightstand appeared the first delicate bouquet of early summer flowers. Its fragrance mingled with the wind, which blew gently through the open window and slightly lifted the thin lace curtain to which he clung. The moon shone with its sweet light into the girl's room.

If I close my eyes, the mosquito thought, maybe it will be easier. At a gust of wind he let go and let it carry him towards the little girl's bed. He sank exhaustedly onto her arm. It was so warm and soft and full of little fluff. He didn't dare move, what if someone came. Maybe she would wake up. Or, maybe the people here had that kind of mosquito poison in the child's room, so that he could fall down dead at any moment, DEAD! An owl hooted far away, maybe to warn him. He had to hurry and not be a coward. Stab, just stick down with the stinger. Suck up some blood. But, not too much, then he would probably faint. He shivered, squeezed his eyes shut, bowed his head and stung again.