Anne WanNew Author

They say the desert does not forgive mistakes. Neither does Naskáh. Between salt, blood, and faith, an entire kingdom balances on the brink of war. Choked trade routes, fragile alliances, and a throne upheld by ancient lies - where water is sacred, and power is inherited through blood... or stolen by it. Miraat was not born for this game. Without lineage, without title, and without value in the eyes of the world, she is just another daughter of the desert trying to protect the little she has left: her own family. But when greater forces begin to move - inside and outside Naskáh - Mira is dragged into a conflict she was not made to understand... much less to win. While princes conspire, kingdoms threaten war, and ancient secrets resurface, one mistake can cost more than lives. It can cost the world itself. Because in Naskáh, power does not choose the worthy. It consumes the available. And sometimes... the most dangerous ones are exactly those no one saw coming.

Moonday

Nicolas has always been a difficult child to keep up with. At five years old, he has energy to spare, an appetite that seems endless, and a collection of questions that his mother doesn't always know how to answer. Lately, however, some things have begun to worry Jaqueline. Her son complains of pains that no one can explain, spends restless nights, and displays behaviors that are increasingly difficult to understand. Between appointments, tests, and medical recommendations, she tries to find an explanation. When an incident in a class leaves another child seriously injured, Jaqueline begins to fear that she is missing something important. She just doesn't imagine how right she is.

Benedict Valentine is the greatest mind of the 19th century. The 13-year-old boy genius gifted with mecha-magical eyes seeks revenge after being kidnapped and having his right eye stolen by a gang. Ben sets off in search of revenge and, with luck, to recover his right eye, the very eye that was given to him as a gift by King Dragomir when he was still a frail, blind baby.

eliomoon

Founded in 1389, among the mountains that divide France and Switzerland, Saint Orpheus is an institution surrounded by centuries of forbidden knowledge, forgotten traditions, and stories that few dare to mention. Behind its ancient walls, the past is never truly dead (and some truths should remain buried). At twenty-one years old, Lucien is about to discover that his entire life has been built on a lie. Heir to a lineage long erased from history, he carries within himself something that predates even the ancient celestial orders: the Original Darkness. But Saint Orpheus is not the only place interested in his destiny. Aurelian and Samael are two presences impossible to ignore. Fallen angels, united by an ancient oath and by secrets they refuse to share, both seem to know far more about Lucien than they should. One awakens his curiosity; the other, his distrust. As the boundaries between the Firmament, the Veil, and the Abyss begin to become less secure, Lucien will need to discover who he truly is and why his existence seems to threaten an order that has survived for centuries.

ANNA VESPERNew Author

Clara dá aulas de português para estrangeiros e faz magia desde pequena. Joana só sabe da primeira parte. Até aparecer para um café dizendo que visitou a escola onde a amiga trabalha, numa cidade que não aparece no mapa. A primeira pista está num material didático: alguém está ensinando pessoas comuns a encontrar lugares mágicos sem explicar o que vão descobrir. Os percursos levam a uma biblioteca fechada, documentos alterados e moradores que não querem ver suas casas transformadas em cenário de exercício. Com a confiança da amiga abalada, Clara precisa descobrir quem está distribuindo aquelas instruções e por quê. E explicar há quanto tempo vinha deixando Joana do lado de fora.

worrel

A photography student opens a metal box forgotten at the back of his grandfather's closet. Inside: old negatives, notebooks his grandfather never let anyone read, a sheet music dedicated to someone no one in the family knows, and a little red beanie that, after thirteen years stored away, is still warm. The grandfather can no longer travel. The answers stayed in the North, in a village that may not even exist anymore. So the grandson goes in his place, in the middle of the Círio de Nazaré, with a camera, a best friend who refuses to stay home, and the feeling that some photos hold more than they show. Twelve photos. Eleven empty places. And what was left out of the frame.