Kazuya Louise

I don't know exactly when I came out of the dormant phase... I just know that it doesn't matter all the scribbles we've done or all the papers crumpled in the trash, because all the good text to be read before was a draft. And, as beautiful as it is, it is natural that, when rereading it, we perceive a word to be added, exchanged, excluded. The absence of a comma. The need for a point. A question that arises suddenly... To live is to remake one's own text many, countless, times. All I know is that I started to remember where heaven is and to realize that hell is where we live when everything is asleep. I'm coming out of my deserts. And looking, albeit timidly, at all the mirages, without so much contempt, understanding that there was a reason why they were exactly where I put them. No book, no sage, nothing could teach me what each one brought me and what, over time, I continue to learn from them. They say you can only understand some pieces of life by looking at them in hindsight. I think it's true.... I also know that I've begun to understand the respect and reverence that the human experience deserves. Realizing good things that went unnoticed during an entire sleep. And remembering what I'm doing here. Even if I don't. Although in the sleeping phase I allowed the day to day to get in the way. Even if, from time to time, he pretends to stay asleep. But I'm not in such a hurry anymore. I began to learn to be more gentle with my step. After all, there's nowhere to go but me. I am the traveler and the journey. I know that everything started to gain a new life, deep down, I already knew it, but I had forgotten what it was like. I started to wake up from the dormant phase that, with its hands made of fear and fog, made my soul shut up. And it was then that I began to hear the song of strength and tenderness that life has.

Kazuya Louise

Being visually impaired is not a weakness, nor an option. I was just born that way, but I'm a person like any other. I also have feelings and opinions, whether in politics or even in love. To lose a flaw, or a deficiency, or a negation, is always to lose. As much as it is painful and difficult to have a disability, the person himself is the one who will define your level of satisfaction with the world around him... And this is what I will tell you here, for you, only you, in my "diary ". My name? Hope.

jonasexistiu

In Santa Amélia, the last trip of line 86 crosses the border between the known world and the existences that, for some reason, were left on its margins. For seventeen years, Marta Amaral has driven this route, coexisting with passengers for whom time, death, and reality itself seem to obey particular rules. The Passengers Who Never Got Off explores memory, grief, motherhood, and the desire to recover what life has taken from us. In a universe where abandoned possibilities continue to exist, the story investigates the limits of belonging, the consequences of our choices, and the difficult coexistence between love and loss. Between the absurd, melancholy, and supernatural horror, the narrative finds in the small everyday intimacies some of the most unsettling questions of human existence.

Pablo Barbosa

O livro conta a história de uma criatura mística, totalmente voraz, forte e ágil, criada por uma bruxa (sua mãe). Pois naquela época, 1960, atos de bruxaria eram castigados de forma cruel e severa. Nisso, ela cria esse monstro para acabar com aqueles que caçam às bruxas...

MrKitsune9

Pegue em meu coração, consegue então sentir as minhas fracas batidas? Com o passar do tempo mais fracas ficam, por esse vírus que se espalha em meu corpo? Mas não conseguem ver, pois não param de me apontar os efeitos. Talvez esse vírus não seja dos piores porque enfim vejo como o mundo funciona.

Thauan Pantoja

Samuel desperta em Scarloon sem memórias, sem saber quem é ou como morreu. Acolhido por Ronaldo e seus filhos adotivos Emerson e Thauan, ele descobre que é um Scar uma alma no mundo dos mortos. Determinado a descobrir seu passado e seu propósito, Samuel treina incansavelmente até despertar seu Impar: a habilidade de copiar os poderes de outros Scars. Quando Scarloon é mergulhada no caos pela ascensão do tirano Adam, Samuel embarca em uma jornada épica para derrotar os dez Madas subordinados de Adam e absorver seus Fragmentos de poder. Ao longo do caminho, ele enfrenta batalhas brutais, perde amigos queridos, luta contra seus próprios demônios internos e descobre o amor ao lado de Andressa. Sua missão o leva a confrontar Otavio, o último e mais poderoso Mada, e finalmente Adam, o ser divino que corrompeu Scarloon.