"I only have a month left, perhaps two, with luck. One of us has to get out of here, Julián. You have more going for you than I do. I don't know whether you'll find Penélope. But Nuria is waiting for you."
"Nuria is your wife."
"Remember the deal we made. The day I die, all that was once mine... [continue to read »]
For years I've been fleeing without knowing what from. I thought that if I ran further than the horizon, the shadows of the past would move out of my way. I thought that if I put in enough distance, the voices in my mind could be silenced for ever. I returned at last to the secret beach facing... [continue to read »]
'I was in no mood for pleasantries. I asked him what Cain had demanded in exchange for making his wish come true. Fleischmann, his face distorted by fear and shame, sank to his knees in front of me, crying and begging for my help. I ignored his tears, insisting on an answer to my question. What... [continue to read »]
Roland was looking at him without saying a word. He had saved his life. Max knew that the look in those eyes, full of despair and gratitude, would remain with him forever. [continue to read »]
Sheere felt the cold touch of snow on her cheeks and opened her eyes. Her brother Ben was cradling her, gently stroking her face.
'What's this, Ben?'
'It's snow,' he replied. 'It's snowing over Calcutta.'
The girl's face lit up for a moment.
'Have I ever told you what my dream is?'
'To see snow... [continue to read »]
And that sudden image of vulnerability, which Ben glimpsed for only a few seconds, seemed more horrifying than any of the previous incarnations of the tormented spectre, because in that image, in that face consumed by pain and fire, Ben could no longer see the spirit of a murderer, only the sad... [continue to read »]
The evanescent silhouette of a woman swathed in spectral light slowly bent over the bed in which Ben was sleeping. Each time, I struggled to keep my eyes open and thought I could see the lady stroking my friend's face in a maternal way. (...)
I always imagined that the vision I saw was the... [continue to read »]
As for me, there's not much to tell. Just call me Ian. I had only one dream, and it was a modest one: to study medicine and become a doctor. Fate was good to me and I was granted that wish. [continue to read »]
That same day, I'll return to the Gare du Nord station and take a train to Normandy, just as I did ten years ago. I know you'll be waiting for me and that I'll recognise you among the crowd, as I would even if a thousand years had passed. I've known that for a long time now. [continue to read »]
She walked in the direction of the voice. Gradually, her eyes made out the outline of a person sitting in an armchair. Lazarus. But there was something odd about his face. Simone stopped.
'It's a mask,' he said.
'Why?' she asked. The calm she had experienced earlier was rapidly abandoning her... [continue to read »]