Apparently, he was born in the cars of the Petit Train du Nord between Ste-Adèle and Lac-Carré. The son of a werewolf, he was supposedly caught up in the wake of roguish sprites. To “enhance” stories that are certainly true, he draws on historical facts to give them a singular, humorous colour. A lover of anecdotes and language images, he will carry you along the trail of our ancestors , straddling the real and the doubtful. Interested in village anecdotes, in the words of our elders, as well as in stories for the nice and the crazy, he colours his tales and characters with folly. Always on the look-out for rumours and myths, Marc-André juggles with daily life and the imaginary in order to rock you in his world of strong men, devils and witches, in a country dreamt of by madmen and poets. Because, occasionally, a thousand words are worth a single image!