Evelyn

Stars burn in silver embers not far above us, don't you consider touching them while you see them glow? [ficlet]

Evelyn

There's a little bug there, I think it's a firefly, did it just come to die with me?

Yi Jie was the genius of the Yi clan until he lost everything and became the fallen one. When an ambush and a beast attack leave him on the brink of death, a golden mark awakens on his forehead and an ancient seed pulses in his chest. Power, however, has a cruel price. Between a council that fears him, rival clans, some secrets, and a vast world to explore. Yi Jie must learn to control what awakens within him before it consumes him and before those around him decide what to do with him. A story about pain, memory, and the struggle not to forget who you are.

jonasexistiu

In São Jerônimo das Pedras, the sky begins to descend over the rooftops, and Ofélia, a restorer accustomed to fixing objects of difficult temperament, discovers that even the firmament can have poorly made seams. Among insubordinate umbrellas, impossible cities, and small inconveniences, an extraordinary occurrence transforms the lives of people who believed they knew their place in the world well enough. The Year the Sky Came Down Low explores belonging, the bonds between generations, the fear of change, and the difficult art of allowing what we love to find new paths. A story about departures, reunions, and the things we must learn to let go, even when we devote our entire lives to preserving them.

Rafael CarnielliNeuer Autor

There is a kind of silence that weighs more than any war cry. It is the silence of the gap between the oaks across the frozen ground, the steam of a soup shared only with longing and the constant fear of waiting for someone who may never return. In Patavium, Aemilia became the lady of a home haunted by uncertainty. Torn between the relentless responsibility of governing the land and the intimate torment of not knowing her husband's fate, she refuses to succumb to despair. To protect the property and those who depend on it, Aemilia will have to find strength where only solitude remains, proving that dignity and love can be shields as sturdy as iron.

AnonimamenteNeuer Autor

Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again. Helena is in no hurry, nor is she afraid, and she does not let herself be swayed by pretty words. But every rose has its thorn. When two such different presences cross her path, she will discover that it is not possible to keep everything under control at all times. One calms, the other sets ablaze. One is shelter, the other is storm. For even the gentlest calm holds a flame, and within the storm itself there is already a harbinger of tranquility - each heart carries within itself both the flame and the breeze that can extinguish it. Be careful not to lose yourself. The labyrinth is yours, and only you will find the way out.