In short
When Marine Paris, at 8 years old, found out that neither purple unicorns, father Christmas and dragons existed, she didn’t admit defeat. She decided to make room for them in her life. After considering different careers as an Egyptologist, a vampire detective and a toffee eater, she wisely decided to stabilize herself in the quiet life of an artist. Since then, she writes [ and militates to register dragons as an endangered imaginary species]. She regularly forgets her pans on the stove, freaks out her neighbours with her many couacs on the violin, but never loses her optimism.
She loves islands {Indonesia, Brittany, Ile flottante}, alexandrines, flower fields, and a thousand things whose listing who send anyone to sleep.