AntiMonitor

In an icy zone, a human society tries to survive with the scarcity of food, without any contact with the "Old World" as they called the hot places on the planet, to avoid a civil war the system sends its iron soldiers to control the population. The caus spreads slowly with the food being controlled by the Elite while the population starves to death. Now it is enough for a group of researchers to embark on a journey towards the "Old World" trying to find enough food for the people.

AntiMonitor

My father Roberto Smith is a good man, that's what I thought until I found out he was arrested, he was exactly 10 years old and seeing his father being taken by armed men to the police car is revolting. I cried for days and asked my mother. "Why did they take Daddy?" Gradually I came to understand that he killed a person. I hate him so much. I never visited him and he never made a point of doing so, one quiet day at my house I found a letter, in fact a trunk full of letters. All of them, aimed at me. I had the courage and open one of them, just one of them...

In a small community dominated by a powerful farmer, a man who has always rejected violence sees his life destroyed by a massacre. Faced with loss and injustice, he embarks on a journey of revenge that will transform not only his destiny, but also that of an entire community.

santozzNouvel Auteur

Introdução: Este livro é como se uma garota escrevesse várias cartas para alguém, mas quase nunca as entregasse para está pessoa. Ao longo das cartas ela vai demonstrando como se sente em relação ao que está acontecendo.

ANNA VESPERNouvel Auteur

Ele se lembra de tudo. Da mãe, dos dias com Clara, das coisas que disse e das que deixou passar. Mas lembrar já não parece suficiente. Entre objetos guardados e uma carta inesperada, ele procura algo que ainda seja capaz de fazer diferença.

worrel

Corações em busca de harmonia fomentam dentro de si uma perpétua dissonância. Ela faz tinta com a terra seca do quintal; ele dá nome a tudo o que se bebe e jura que água e vinho, juntos, são uma mistura intragável. Anos depois da tarde em que a chuva não veio, a mesma tempestade alcança os dois em lugares diferentes. Talvez seja tarde para voltar. Talvez nunca tenha sido sobre vinho.