RFS

Sometimes it's not you who haunt the city, but the opposite. When a horrendous event befalls Westfield, a small town in Louisiana, young Arthur Nomura Cooper is forced to move after being a witness to it. Haunted by what happened and therefore reluctant to talk about it, the psychologist's job is to decipher his perspective of what happened, while Arthur reflects on everything that lay behind that town and how it connects to the incident and to himself. Like swamp water, something vile lurked beyond sight.

RFS

Kalfr Arisen has a heart forged in gold and magic, courage and heroism. Refugee and pilgrim immigrant in Acge country, who is soon revealed to be as oppressed by the government as the village he abandoned in his homeland. After going through a stressful experience, he meets the kind Raven Magni, a prophet with constellations in his black eyes and sacred hands, who welcomes him into his own home. While living in the new village, Arisen learns about the things within us that cannot be destroyed: love, devotion and freedom. But also that there is nothing more cruel than loving someone whose spirit and soul are entirely linked to something so great, and disciples who love their messiah too much are destined for horror. He puts his hands together and says a prayer because maybe he was made for this.

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.

santozzNuovo Autore

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 VESPERNuovo Autore

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.