Valvidal

The year is 3104. A group of heroes emerges to confront prejudice against androids and revolutionize the oppressive system while dealing with thrilling battles, tragic losses, discovered loves, plot twists and PAU IN THE BUCKET OF PEACE AND LOVE. Join Ernesto, Nephilim and co in this cyberpunk story with f***ing social criticism bitches.

Valvidal

Neris, a fiend whose soul has been taken; Aman, an elf with an idea that will revolutionize the world; Eldwin, a human trying to overcome his past, and Beuranie, a minotaur misunderstood by her own race. Amidst dangerous fights, unknown magic, riots and losses, the group of heroes will try to save the 7 Spirits and the world of Call'aha from a new threat that is about to emerge.

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.

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.

temporadadeamoras

Coletânea de textos/anotações/poesias, sem conexões entre si, sem pretensão de ser algo de fato impressionante. Todos escritos entre 2015 e 2019. Com muitor amor. Na verdade, não. Não contém muito amor aqui, só magoas de forma predominante.

temporadadeamoras

Eu sinto da liberdade que não me têm sempre que olho para ele. Ele é meu último pedaço de liberdade, nele eu posso me encontrar. Ele tem a versão mais nua da minha alma na palma de suas mãos.