terça-feira, 29 de novembro de 2016

THE ENCHANTED VIOLA

Many centuries ago, when the world was almost entirely covered by forests, there weren't so many people. There were magical beings in large numbers and they spread their presence of light all over the earth.
Humans migrated with some frequency, now because of the rains, then because of the drought, or even due to the lack of food.
There was one thing in common among almost all the terrestrial beings, they established themselves near the rivers because of the water, besides being sacred, it was and it still is the source of everything that is alive in nature.
A clan coming from another place cleared the forest, made noise, brought the fire, overturned old trees and built their habitat, thus forming a village.
Every time the loggers arrived and removed the trees, creating their clearings, the magical beings that lived there for generations, also had to migrate, because once that their homes fell to the ground, they ceased to exist.
The Elves could be of various colors, tiny or giant, it doesn't matter.
It was in one of these days of destruction of the forest that our story begins.

“A black day!” said the king Elf. “Let's go or we are going to perish here, without the woods we lose the magic.”

An excerpt from the book.

https://www.amazon.com.br/dp/B01J6J23AU

segunda-feira, 28 de novembro de 2016

El Ogro y la Tejedora- extracto del libro

Al despertar, el sol todavía estaba en la entrada de la cueva, ella lo miraba hasta que él aparece…se miran por algunos instantes. Djanira consigue acordarse ahora. Intenta con esfuerzo levantarse, pero todavía no consigue.
El ogro se acerca despacito, da una mirada en su pierna, la recoge en su regazo y la leva afuera de la cueva, ella siente el primer impacto de la luz en los ojos, y lo que ver le deja perpleja…aquello era el paraíso, árboles enormes, vertiente, pájaros ruidosos de todos los colores y especies imaginables y un olor riquísimo de frutas en el aire, lo que la hace recordar que tiene hambre. El monstruo la sienta cuidadosamente en una roca, coloca algunas frutas al alcance de sus manos y desaparece en el bosque. Por supuesto, que más tarde, regresa con un pato salvaje en remolque, no hablaba nada. Tal vez los ogros no hablan, pero en cambio Djanira no se contenía. Ella hablaba y hablaba:
_Gracias por cuidar de mí, creo que le di mucho trabajo. ¿Cómo se llama uste? Pienso que mis padres deben estar buscándome por todos los lados – mentía ella.

https://www.amazon.com/El-Ogro-y-Tejedora-Spanish-ebook/dp/B01M9F5YHD