Librería Samer Atenea
Kálamo Books
Librería Elías (Asturias)
Librería Kolima (Madrid)
Librería Proteo (Málaga)
They say the forest keeps its dead. Elian returned.But something-someone-came back, too.When Elian first stumbled from the ancient house beneath a bleeding sunset, the villagers met him with suspicion, not relief. No one had ever escaped that place, and none lived to tell its secrets. Yet Elian walked away unscathed-save for the emptiness in his eyes and the silent weight of a shattered memory.Days later, he realized he’d left behind the only clue to his escape: a cryptic map. Ignoring whispered warnings that no one returns twice, he ventured into the moonlit woods, drawn by a need he couldn’t name. Inside the house’s rotting walls, the woman who watched him from shadowed corners offered no answers-only half-spoken fragments of a promise, a name, and a love lost long ago. She spoke of time as if it were a living thing, folding and twisting until reality itself betrayed him.As dawn broke, Elian discovered the cruelest trick: the sun hung overhead like mid-afternoon, even though hours had passed in darkness. The house had warped time, teasing his mind with illusions. And still, the woman’s voice echoed in his head: 'You came back. Now remember.'In Threads of Time, every heartbeat echoes with longing, every whisper conceals a betrayal, and every shadow holds a secret. Enter a world where forgotten promises demand their due-and where the line between love and curse blurs until the final flicker of daylight.If you’re brave enough to cross that threshold, you’ll never see time the same way again.
