Alverona Dolls

Our family has a long story.
People say that every man at our house was cursed, many of became crazy or desapeared and the lucky ones where found dead on their beds.
But those were just gossips, bad words by jealous people who tried to imitate without sucess what our family made the best: dolls.
After my parents death i come back home to learn the art of the production of the Alverona dolls, but just to discover that maybe the curses wasn´t a legend.

Hello! i´m starting a new story and see if i can sucefully finish it and don´t let it fall into the little box of "wish to be".
English is far way from my mother lenguage but i wanted to give it a try so i´m sorry for the poor gramatic and hope that you´ll end up liking it.