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What if morning brought something other than gold? Milan. The body of a man is found in his apartment. He is lying on the floor in an unusual position, with both his hands on his heart. No blood, no cuts. No gunshot wounds. Only a golden necktie perfectly knotted around the victim’s neck. Inspector David Walker of the Police Homicide squad is called to the murder scene. The first clues indicate a crime of passion, but a couple of days later a similar incident occurs. Another man is found dead. Same position; same necktie around his throat. In his mouth, a gold tag with some symbols engraved on it. Walker has no doubts: they are dealing with a serial killer. The one who the press will later refer to as ‘The Necktie Killer’.This is where the seemingly impossible task of catching a killer begins. The investigations fail to produce any results and the killing continues…What if morning brought something other than gold? Milan. The body of a man is found in his apartment. He is lying on the floor in an unusual position, with both his hands on his heart, as if feeling a heartbeat that is no longer there. No blood, no cuts. No gunshot wounds. Strangulation marks on his throat and dark bruises on his wrists. A gold coloured necktie is perfectly knotted around the victim’s neck.The case is assigned to Inspector David Walker, Milan Police Homicide Squad. At his side, assisting with the investigations is his friend, medical examiner Umberto Visconti.The only lead they have to pursue in this case seems to be the murder weapon: a gold necktie. Walker then contacts the Head Office of the necktie’s manufacturer – a well-known brand ¬– hoping to trace its customers.The move leads to a dead end.Walker seeks advice from Arturo Mosetti – an enthusiastic thinker with a passion for riddles – who has in the past assisted him in solving complex cases. Before the medical examiner has submitted his autopsy report, a second body is found in the same condition: lying in a supine position, with both his hands on his heart, dark bruises on his wrists and that unusual gold necktie around his neck.In the second victim’s mouth: something odd- a round gold tag with rough, jagged edges. With symbols engraved on its face.The investigators return to the scene of the first murder and find another gold tag. It’s identical. Only with different symbols. These symbols are a clue left by the killer, but Walker is unable to decipher the unusual code. Only one thing is clear: both murders are the work of the same person. The mystery deepens when it is discovered that the tags are actually made of gold.Walker instructs his team to contact all the Jewellers and Goldsmiths of the city. Surely someone among them must know where these tags came from. Other officers from Walker’s team begin investigating possible suspects. Of particular interest, is a Mr. Merli, whose fingerprints are found at the scene of the first murder. Although Merli is in a relationship with the first victim’s wife and his alibi seems to hold up, Walker keeps him under strict surveillance. The jewellers and goldsmiths soon start providing their information regarding the tags: they are poorly handmade, an amateurish job. None of them has ever seen them for sale. Right when the investigations appear to have stalled, a third victim is found, with the same characteristics as the previous two. The prime suspect is, once again, Merli who, a week before, had threatened to kill the victim during a violent argument with him. The investigators are on his back, waiting for him to make a wrong move.He is under surveillance night and day, but apart from a gambling habit and his marital infidelity, nothing stands out about him. And when a new body is found, he is in the clear. Merli couldn’t have committed this murder: two plain-clothes agents had kept him under surveillance all night. He hadn’t left the house, so he couldn’t be the killer. Unless, of course, he had an accomplice. This is the thought that torments Inspector Walker: perhaps his lover – the first victim’s wife – had helped him commit the last murder. And with the discovery of yet another body, Merli is absolutely ruled out as a suspect. Then something occurs that will unravel David Walker’s life and investigation. Umberto Visconti calls him, asking for help. His life is in danger. The call suddenly drops out . The inspector races to his friend and finds the medical examiner dead. The room is in disarray; the victim’s body is covered in blood. The gold necktie and the tag in the victim’s mouth are a clear indication this murder is the work of the same person: the Necktie Killer, as dubbed by the media. Back to square one. Five victims and no real leads to follow.For Inspector Walker, his friend’s death has now added a personal aspect to the case. While awaiting the results

An illustrated Slice of Life novel. Three lives entwine because of a subtle coincidence. A girl on the edge of society, an extremely rich weird kid and one of the most popular pop stars of the planet.Fade lives a life left on her own, struggling constantly to survive in a society that swallows everyone who doesn’t keep up with its pace; her only company is a kitchen knife and a scar embedded in her leg that reminds her every day of who she is and why she is there. While she’s stealing in a supermarket, she meets Jag, a boy with a disturbing appearance who convinces her to join him in his weird plan: to become the main sponsor of one of the most successful bands of the moment, of which he’s a huge fan, and – apparently – he doesn’t lack the money to do so. She allows herself to be convinced to meet Nef, a typical playboy, who eventually will learn that the world isn’t all at his feet like he thought…

“We were on our way back. Only one of our solar years had passed since we had been forced to leave the planet in haste, but for them, in Earth years, there had been 3,600. What would we find?”Nibiru, the twelfth planet of our solar system, has an extremely elliptical and retrograde orbit, which is much larger than that of all the others. In fact, it takes approximately 3,600 years to complete one revolution around the Sun. Its inhabitants, seizing the opportunities afforded by this cyclical approach, have been making systematic visits for hundreds of thousands of years, each time influencing the culture, knowledge, technology and even the very evolution of the human race. Our ancestors have referred to them in many ways, but perhaps the name that best represents them has always been “Gods”.Azakis and Petri, two friendly inhabitants of this strange planet on board the Theos spacecraft, are returning to Earth to retrieve a mysterious and precious cargo left hidden during their previous visit.A compelling and amusing story, but one that is full of suspense, with some potentially devastating reinterpretations of historical events.

Cuando la mente es el puente entre la realidad y la fantasía, es difícil identificar donde radica la verdad, insisto, la mente sigue siendo el lugar mas oscuro, nadie sabe su principio, nadie conoce su final, déjate arrastrar por un Lapso que te mostrará los filos de la locura, la obsesión y la maldad humana, ¿hasta donde puede alguien llegar por lograr cumplir sus bajas pasiones?.. estas listo para entrar en una travesía de verdades y mentiras?. Los filos de la locura, en una trama donde saltar de lo intenso a lo brusco es solo un juego, descubre la relación real entre un paciente obsesivo y una terapeuta definida como encantadoramente… Paupérrima.“A través de otros nos convertimos en nosotros mismos”Existen temas que particularmente me tocan la fibra. Uno de ellos, los trastornos o enfermedades mentales, no viene al caso su porqué, pero realmente estoy al lado, defiendo y empatizo con todos ellos. Más que nada para romper estigmas sociales y el mensaje de que no son apestados de la sociedad, si no que cualquiera en cualquier momento de su vida puede ser víctima. Y de eso va este libro que presento EL LAPSO subtitulado “un paseo por una mente atormentada”.Ruthy García, su autora, crea el argumento de este libro a partir de la diversidad de personalidades que sufre un individuo. Saber quién es, realmente, es lo que el lector debe descubrir. Padecer un trastorno de identidad disociativo (TID) significa convivir con la percepción de estar poseído por diversas personalidades que controlan el comportamiento de la persona, actuando en su entorno, sin ser consciente de su dominio. Estos cambios de personalidades suponen una distorsión en el tiempo, con amnesia de hechos pasados, creando sus propias “realidades” a partir de las “conversaciones” mentales que dominan al individuo, una despersonalización de éste bajo el dominio de aquellos.En EL LAPSO la autora intenta dejar patente el sufrimiento, el dolor, la “confusión”, la “irrealidad” en que vive un individuo, obsesionado por la lectura, víctima de un hecho traumático, que le llevará a divagar entre dos personalidades. Será Lara Nova, una psicóloga residente, que pondrá en marcha una terapia de comunicación e integración entre las diferentes personalidades de dicho individuo, para poder intentar tener una vida dentro de la “normalidad” y la “rutina” Es en el “Lapso” el lugar donde nuestro protagonista consigue superar las “crisis” que en muchos momentos sufre sin saber exactamente quién es. Es curioso porque “lapso” se define según la RAE:lapso2Del lat. lapsus, -us ‘deslizamiento, caída’.m. Paso o transcurso.m. Tiempo entre dos límites.m. Caída en una culpa o errorlapso (‖ tiempo entre dos límites)Entre el “lapso” de tiempo, entre los límites de ser Arthur Paradize o Brandtom el protagonista, Cooper, consigue cierta “cordura” consciente de la realidad, siempre guiado por Lara Nova, que aunque a momentos sea despreciada por el Sr.Paradize: “–Eso, exactamente, orden, disciplina, belleza, esas tres palabras definen la perfección—“ y sentirse amada por Brandtom: “Dulce flor fría, ¿podrías ser mía? La ventana de mi alma reclama tu caricia, envuelto en tristeza y llanto está mi desierto esperando el día de una libertad inexistente…” Ella consigue empatizar con ambas personalidades para poder llevar a término su investigación sobre el TID. Pero nada es lo que parece y ante la confusión de los hechos Cooper siente “el lapso” de la culpa por haber caído en el error de “ver” lo que quieren que vea. Porque nada es lo que parece, hechos que se precipitan, muertes donde la venganza, la ambición y la obsesión mueven a las personas, aprovechando la “confusión” y la “amnesia” en la que vive a menudo el protagonista. Ante tanta vulnerabilidad se aprecia en el libro que existen más enfermos mentales que aquellos diagnosticados, personas que se mueven por intereses afectivos y de libertad, consiguiendo una atmósfera claustrofóbica tanto para el lector como para los personajes.Es un divagar, un paseo de “confusión” que consigue Ruthy para hacernos partícipe de los pensamientos y distorsiones que respira Cooper, llegando a empatizar con él, aunque en ocasiones sea “cruel” y perfeccionista, según sea Arthur o “romántico” cuando asume la personalidad de Brandtom.Es EL LAPSO también una historia donde el AMOR se diluye entre líneas, amores obsesivos y enfermizos. Amores que perviven en cartas en el más puro romanticismo del amor adolescente. Es también una historia de secretos que dejan sobre el papel la ambición y la venganza en la que podemos recaer persiguiendo un destino. Traumas, adicciones que

Fish talk is a story about a little fish who is born in a lawyer's office, behaves like a marionette and finds his way out of the fish tank…A ray of sunlight tricked and slipped its way through the grey multi-storeys and rushed into Mr Pensatore’s fifth floor window and lit up the lawyer’s office. After a few moments the ray, after it had warmed the office and the water in the fish tank on the little table in front of the window, left in search of other windows. Before another ray of sunlight could reach the office a set of keys could be heard unlocking the door of the empty office and the lawyer came into the room, shutting the door behind him. He went to switch on the light but before he pressed the button he looked at the window and realized he didn’t need any more light than what was coming through the window. He went to his desk, put down his briefcase and knelt in front of the fish tank to look for his little fish. They were nowhere to be seen. He looked behind the shipwreck where they kept their eggs and they weren’t there either, so he tapped his finger on the tank, a sign of worry beginning to creep onto his face. Where could they be? He asked himself. He lifted the other hand and tapped with two fingers. Thankfully, his beloved fish appeared at the door of the tower and the lawyer smiled at them. They went straight to his finger to say hello and then rushed to their eggs.