Poor my children, following my fate, perhaps even the fate of my home, which has been chased by some misfortune for a hundred years, were born far from my mild winter and sweet summer homeland, Epirus, where every stone, every ruin, and every little nook has its song, its tradition, and its fairy tale.

This compelled me to often tell them the fairy tales that time has not erased from my memory, so they could also feel that inexpressible sweetness, which is felt by children who have the happiness to be born and raised in their village or their town, listening to the sweet fairy tales from the mouth of the house's grandmother.

So, for the expatriate children of Epirus, I publish this series of my fairy tales, and I named them Epirus Tales, because they are all drawn from the rocks and from the ruins and from the little nooks of my homeland.

Contents:
The Immortal Water
The Eye
The Rooster and the Hen
The Sun-Minded
The Princess and the Beautiful One
The Jealous Sisters
The Princess of the Edge of the Earth
The Sparrow and the Dragon
The Most Beautiful in the World
Maro and Giannos
The Beautiful One
The Louse of the King's Beard
The Enchanted Prince and the Beautiful One
The Three Brothers and the Three Sisters