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La Agencia y Just Listen: portadas y sinopsis

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¡Hola soñadores!

¿Qué tal estáis pasando las navidades? Yo hago un parón en mis vacaciones para enseñaros un par de noticias que han llegado a mi email ha solo unos minutos.

Por una parte tenemos el título Just Listen de Sara Dessen que saldrá a la venta el 13 de Marzo del 2012 de mano de la editorial Maeva Young

Sinopsis:

Una cautivadora y emocionante historia de amistad entre una chica que aparentemente lo tiene todo y un chico solitario cuya norma en la vida es ser sincero con todo el mundo.

Annabel Green es la chica que lo tiene todo. Al menos ese es el papel que interpreta en el anuncio de unos grandes almacenes: estudiante modelo, animadora popular, la más guapa del baile de graduación rodeada de amigos. Pero este último verano las
cosas han cambiado mucho. Su amistad con Sophie, una chica un tanto complicada pero su mejor amiga, terminó envuelta en rumores maliciosos, los trastornos alimenticios de su hermana mediana mantienen en vilo a toda la familia; y no tiene a nadie con quien compartir sus pensamientos.

Entonces conoce a Owen Armstrong: intenso, obsesionado con la música y decidido a decir siempre la verdad, sin importarle las consecuencias.

¿Podrá Annabel, que odia la confrontación, conectar con el solitario Owen que valora la sinceridad por encima de todo? ¿Y encontrará Annabel el coraje para contar qué ocurrió de verdad la noche en que Sophie y ella dejaron de ser amigas?

Y además ya os puedo desvelar la portada y la sinopsis oficial de la nueva novela de Paula Sáez: La Agencia, que llegará como su predecesora en la saga de mano de Viceversa durante el primer trimestre del 2012.

Sinopsis:

¿Te dejarías guiar por tus corazonadas aunque te estén arrastrando hacia aquello de lo que llevas años huyendo?

Cualquiera que conozca lo que es la Agencia y cuáles son sus verdaderas intenciones es una amenaza para la organización, y su vida corre peligro. Sin embargo, ahora que ha conseguido escapar, Laura está decidida a volver ya que no puede olvidar a los que dejó atrás. Pero no puede hacerlo sola. Acompañada de Matt y de su hermana Luz, Laura emprenderá la búsqueda del Sujeto nº1 y deberá enfrentarse de nuevo a sus miedos y a su pasado para aprender a usar sus extraordinarias habilidades de las que aún le queda mucho por descubrir.


Y con estas novedades me despido hasta el 2012 donde regresaré con muchas novedades que ya estoy preparando para vosotros.

¡Feliz Año Nuevo!

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¡Felices fiestas!

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¡Hola soñadores!

Ya estamos a 22 de diciembre y pasado mañana es Nochebuena. Van a ser unos días muy ajetreados de viajes, de estar con la familia y los amigos y de regalos.

No creo que vaya a estar por aquí durante estas fechas, así que si fue dura la pre-navidad, estando en pleno apogeo de comilinas y fiestas nocturnas leer, reseñar y demás va a ser casi imposible.

Si me veo capaz os haré un IMM porqué tengo muuuchos libros nuevos que os quiero enseñar, incluso alguno que no saldrá a la venta hasta el 2012.

Y además volveré a poco de empezar el Reto Pandemonium para el que hemos formado un equipazo... Seremos Natalia de Arte Literario, Esme de Fly Like a Butterfly, Olga de Luna Lunera y yo.

Espero que disfrutéis de estos días en familia, y si no puedo antes, nos vemos después de Reyes.


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Vapor ti, vapor todos

¡Hola soñadores!

A partir de hoy y hasta el día 5 de Enero está activa la campaña "Vapor ti, vapor todos" de la editorial SM.

Esto significa que por cada título que se compre de la colección Barco de Vapor durante éste periodo, otro libro será donado para aquellos niños que más necesitan la ilusión que se siente al adentrarse en el mundo de fantasía que ofrece un libro.

Los ejemplares irán a parar a manos de niños y niñas que son atendidos en programas integrales que abordan las necesidades de los menores y favorecen la protección de los más vulnerables.

Estos libros se repartiran a tres entidades sin ánimo de lucro que promueven la protección de la infancia: Aldeas Infantiles SOS, Cruz Roja España y Mensajeros de la Paz. Y una vez más contará con el apoyo de la Fundación SEUR para la distribución de los libros.

En este vídeo podréis ver lo que para los niños supone poder leer un libro


Pero además, si queréis conocer más a fondo lo que se pretende con la campaña, tenéis este otro en el que los adultos darán voz a lo que vuestra compra significa.


Así que ya sabéis, si aún no tenéis el regalo para los peques de la casa compradles un libro: les transmitiréis vuestra pasión por la lectura y ayudaréis a que otros niños puedan disfrutar de ella.

Toda la información en la página oficial

¿Y tú que vas a regalar ésta navidades?

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Y la ganadora es...

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¡Hola soñadores!

Hoy es día de sorteos, los niños de San Ildefonso ya han dado el Gordo y aunque aquí no haya dinero de por medio, el libro es muy "gordo" tanto por la extensión como por el contenido XD

Sin más os dejo con el número que ha decidido Random.org que se lleve el libro Cállame con un beso de Blue Jeans.


Ponte en contacto conmigo lo antes posible para que pueda enviarles tus datos a la editorial.

A todos lo demás, como siempre, muchas gracias por participar. ^^
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Nominación a los tres mejores blogs literarios

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¡Hola soñadores!

Hace unos días me llegó un email explicándome que había sido nominada en los Premios Blogueros Literarios.



Soy candidata al premio "Los tres mejores blogs literarios". Me ha hecho mucha ilusión ser nominada y aunque no espero ganar porqué los otros candidatos son blogueros increíbles, si queréis pasar por allí y votar (tanto a mi como a cualquiera de los nominados en las diferentes categorías) os animo a que lo hagáis.

Me parece una iniciativa muy divertida y sobretodo una buena forma de valorar el trabajo que hacemos todos los que estamos metidos en esta blogosfera literaría.

Para poder votar, debéis dirigiros a éste enlace: Los tres mejores blogs literarios

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Lista de participantes del concurso CC1B

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¡Hola soñadores!

Ando muuuy perdida, pero estas fechas navideñas no me están dando descanso y estoy liada con un proyecto que espero poder contaros pronto.

Por fin hoy he sacado algo de tiempo y aquí tenéis la lista de participantes con sus papeletas. Revisadla como siempre y en un rato os daré al ganador/a.

  • Laiabtlle: 1-10
  • Lunamara: 11-29
  • (.:~Paula~:.): 30-31
  • Ailey Grey: 32-40
  • Anedi: 41-47
  • Evolet: 48-50
  • Crishippie: 51-53
  • Kell :): 54-63
  • Belén: 64-69
  • Sandruxiii: 70-88
  • Laura: 89-99
  • San: 100-105
  • @in@: 106-107
  • Laura: 108-126
  • Eline Dieva (Crónicas de los Reinos): 127-145
  • M.Del Mar: 146-148
  • Princess: 149-160
  • Patrii: 161-179
  • Angie Sonríe: 180-192
  • Altia: 193
  • Zulema: 194-198
  • Carmen: 199-206
  • Tiles_22: 207-215
  • Noemi: 216-229
  • Vampiresa: 230-237
  • Liburujale: 238-256
  • Mec: 257-266
  • .:PaTrY:.: 267-285
  • Noe..: 286-289
  • Indianred: 290-303
  • laura Fernandez: 304-320
  • Lady I need you: 321-335
  • Sandy!: 336-354
  • kristy_candy: 355
  • StephMellark: 356-364
  • Alexa: 365-370
  • Xikitas: 371-375
  • Ylenia: 376-390
  • Ssil: 391-402
  • Sawako-chan: 403-421
  • regla1977: 422-440
  • mandy: 441-459
  • MariPaz: 460-467
  • Alexandro Castañon Vilariño: 468-473
  • Perdidasentrelibros: 474-492
  • MyuMyu: 493-507
  • Sasy: 508-519
  • Alice: 520-533
  • Caitt: 534-552
  • Aa: 553-554
  • Ana: 555-561
  • Fany: 562-580
  • LauNeluc: 581-594
  • Espe: 595-608
  • Cris: 609-611
  • Beni Trujillo: 612-616
  • Bells: 617-630
  • black.soulx: 631-642
  • Patry@...: 643-647
  • Akaxu: 648-660
  • Sarah Degel: 661-674
  • Mónica: 675-693
  • Nadando en tinta: 694-699
  • Marylin (ppp): 700-713
¡Mucha suerte a todos!

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Sagas: Lazos de sangre de Amanda Hocking

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¡Hola soñadores!

Una nueva entrada de sagas. Esta vez de Lazos de sangre de Amanda Hocking. Una saga que decidió vender por su cuenta en Amazon y que está cosechando exitos en todo el mundo.

Instinto


Salió a la venta en España en Noviembre de 2011

Sinopsis:

La vida de Alice da un giro inesperado al conocer a Jack. Y es que él es diferente a nadie que haya conocido. Cuando Alice conoce a Peter, el hermano de Jack, siente que le falta el aire cuando está cerca de él. Lo peor no será enamorarse de dos chicos tan distintos, sino que son vampiros y Alice tendrá que elegir entre el amor o su propia sangre...

Hado

Portada española

Sale a la venta el 12 de Enero de 2012

Sinopsis:

Tras la marcha de Peter, Alice está más unida que nunca a Jack. Tanto ella como su hermano Milo pasan un idílico verano en casa de sus amigos vampiros. Sólo que el hermano de Alice no sabe que lo son, hasta que un acontecimiento inesperado hace que la situación dé un giro inesperado. A partir deahora nada será como antes...Una nueva visión del género paranormal vampírico. Los vampiros de Lazos de sangre no son seres atormentados sino chicos actuales a quienes les gusta ir a conciertos de rock y jugar con sus videoconsolas.

Latidos

Sale a la venta el 6 Marzo de 2012

Sinopsis:

Ser una no muerta no hace que la vida sea más fácil para Alice Bonham. La vida amorosa de su hermano menor se calienta, mientras que la suya es… más complicada. Mae se está desmoronando, su mejor amiga Jane es adicta a los mordiscos de vampiros y si Alice no consigue controlar su sed de sangre, alguien va a acabar muerto.

Alice se ofrece voluntaria para una misión de rescate con Ezra. Pero ir en contra de un clan de vampiros rabiosos podría ser demasiado incluso para él.



Designio

Portada original

Sale a la venta en Mayo de 2012

Sinopsis original:

For her eighteenth birthday, Alice Bonham takes a vacation to Australia only to have her trip cut short by an unexpected murder.

While Alice tries to understand what happened, she regrets some of the choices she's made, especially the more permanent ones.

On top of that, the child vampire is running loose, and its attracting some very unwanted attention.

Promesa

Último libro de la saga.

Se publica en Septiembre de 2012 en España

No hay todavía ni portada ni sinopsis.

Letters to Elise


Este libro no forma parte integrante de la saga pero narra la historia de Peter. así que si bien no sigue la trama es una especie de precuela.
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Las portadas de Montena en alta calidad (Enero/Marzo)

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¡Hola soñadores!

El viernes anuncié las grandes apuestas de Montena para el primer trimestre pero la calidad de las portadas no era nada buena en algunos casos pues era un imprimir-pantalla del pdf de baja calidad que nos enviaron a los blogs. ¿Queréis verlas bien o actualizar las que habéis puesto en vuestras entradas? Pues aquí las tenéis en todo su esplendor. Disfrutadlas ;) 

Muchas gracias a la editorial Montena por enviármelas.







Si no las conociáis y queréis ver los datos de los libros visitad la entrada con el todas ellos.

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¡Novedades de Montena para el primer trimestre del 2012!

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¡Hola soñadores!

Ya están aquí todas las novedades que nos tienes preparadas la editorial Montena para el primer trimestre del 2012 ¿Estáis preparados? Nos os van a dejar indiferentes. Empezamos.


Aguas Oscuras / Claudia Gray
Montena / 26 de Enero de 2012

Sinopsis:

Tess Davies tiene 18 años y desde hace ya tiempo, sirve en casa del
Vizconde Lisle, de cuya hija es doncella. Ambiciosa, abriga un sueño imposible para alguien como ella: independizarse, empezar desde cero. Ahora, el viaje que emprende con sus señores le ofrece la ocasión que esperaba, está a punto de embarcar rumbo a América en el Titanic. «Esta es la mejor oportunidad que tendré jamás para empezar una nueva vida. Puede que la única.»

Pero, en su última noche en tierra inglesa Tess ha tenido un extraño encuentro con un amenazador grupo de caballeros, luego se ha topado con un no menos misterioso joven que decía protegerla: «Sin mí –le ha dicho– estarás muerta antes de haber dado diez pasos». Y entonces ha visto al lobo…

¿Un lobo? ¿En Southampton? Ya a salvo, y aunque la explicación no le parece plausible, Tess intenta convencerse de que lo vivido es un episodio racional y casi lo logra, hasta que, una vez a bordo, vuelve a encontrarse a su salvador, ahora departiendo con uno de los hombres tenebrosos...

Al poco, Tess sabrá que su joven héroe se llama Alec, y que de él se dice que huye de Europa tras la truculenta y no resuelta muerte de la actriz francesa de la que estaba enamorado. Y en verdad el pasado que Alec quiere dejar atrás es oscuro, porque le ronda un enemigo de descomunal potencia maléfica.

Así Tess descubrirá que los hombres lobo existen más allá de las novelas góticas que degustaba a hurtadillas en la biblioteca de sus señores. Peor aún: que ahora, y conforme su destino se une cada hora que pasa más al de Alec, esos seres sanguinarios han decidido ir también a por ella.


Si estuvieras aquí / Francesco Gungui
Montena / 16 de Febrero de 2012

Sinopsis:

Luca debe separarse de Alice y dejar atrás su ciudad, Milán, para estudiar en Estados Unidos…

Al terminar el instituto, Luca decide estudiar Economía en Berkeley. Es un gran salto, y no sólo geográfico: ahora cree que las finanzas son la respuesta a sus necesidades cuando hasta hace nada ha sido un chico de letras, interesado principalmente en la literatura contemporánea y la filosofía.

Pero ese cambio oculta otras cosas, y sólo en San Francisco, lejos de Milán y de Alice, se da cuenta de que, en realidad, protagoniza una huida, necesitaba alejarse un tiempo de su familia, o lo que es lo mismo, reencontrarse consigo mismo.

Por lo demás, salir del hogar, cambiar de país, de compañeros, de idioma, nunca ha sido fácil para nadie. Los primeros días se le hacen muy cuesta arriba, San Francisco es más fría de lo que había imaginado, la calle está llena de gente extraña, tomada por personas sin hogar, y el estudio que ha alquilado es triste y oscuro.

Una noche, mientras camina sin rumbo, oye una fuerte discusión: un borracho está importunando a una joven. Sin pensárselo dos veces, se acerca para socorrerla pero el hombre reacciona violentamente y le hiere en la espalda con el cuello de una botella rota antes de salir huyendo. Cuando Luca vuelve en sí, la chica sigue a su lado. Es italiana… enseguida se hacen amigos.

Mientras tanto, al otro lado del mundo, en Milán, las cosas también han cambiado, y no para mejor. El padre de Alice ha perdido su trabajo y ella se ha visto obligada a buscar un empleo. Pero lo que más le inquieta es esa certeza de que la distancia sí que es el olvido... Luca ya ha faltado a más de una cita por Skype. La única razón que Alice encuentra para esas ausencias es que tiene una aventura.

¿Cómo castigar esa infidelidad? Mary le propone que dé un poco de su propia medicina y se líe con Guido, uno de los chicos más interesantes del Instituto; pero Martina, más prudente, le sugiere que espere a conocer la versión de Luca. Incluso se ofrece de intermediaria: tiene previsto un viaje a San Francisco y puede intentar averiguar qué ha ocurrido.


Juntos. Caminos cruzados / Ally Condie
Montena / 8 de Marzo de 2012

Sinopsis:

Cassia parte en busca de un futuro que quizá no existe... pero lo hace convencida de saber con quien compartirlo: Ky, el chico prohibido, el que no debía ser su pareja. La Sociedad lo ha deportado a las Provincias Exteriores, condenándolo así a una muerte segura, y Cassia escapa para rescatarlo. Sin embargo, al llegar allí descubre que es él el que ha escapado, dejando tras de sí muy pocas pistas por lo que es prácticamente imposible seguirle los pasos.

La búsqueda de Cassia la hace madurar, en el camino se replantea muchas de sus convicciones, tanto antiguas como nuevas, e incluso es capaz de divisar otro tipo de vida más allá de las fronteras. Ha de adaptarse constantemente a las nuevas circunstancias, en los límites de la Sociedad nada está tan controlado ni tan bien planificado como parecía, los recodos y las encrucijadas hacen el camino más tortuoso que nunca.

Y cuando más cerca cree estar de Ky, una serie de imprevistos alterarán de nuevo las reglas del juego: una invitación a la revolución, una traición insospechada… y un encuentro inesperado con Xander, que tiene la llave tanto de la revuelta como —todavía— de su corazón.


Ocultos / Jordi Sierra y Fabra
Montena / 15 de Marzo de 2012

Sinopsis:

¿Alguien dijo que triunfar fuera fácil? Tras años de dedicación, Elisabet está a punto de cumplir su sueño, su carrera como bailarina empieza a dar frutos. El peaje es elevado, vivir sola en Londres, lejos de las pocas personas a las que de verdad quiere, pero el sacrificio merece la pena. 

Sin embargo, nada hay tan frágil como la felicidad. Basta una llamada para que su mundo laboriosamente construido se derrumbe: su abuelo acaba de morir en un accidente de avión. Al dolor y los trámites de la herencia, se une la necesidad de encontrar y recuperar a su hermano pequeño, Eduardo, tan desnortado desde la muerte de sus padres, para el que esta nueva desgracia puede equivaler a una insuperable condena.

Sin embargo, al poco descubrirán que gestionar bien la fortuna de los Ardiach es el menor de sus problemas. El abuelo, en sus últimos minutos de vida, ha pergeñado un enigma que exigirá de todo su esfuerzo y dedicación. Objetivo: encontrar el mítico Libro de Thot, el primer libro de la historia, una obra de valor incalculable cuya pista sigue el Vaticano, siempre atento a la aparición de cualquier fuente de sabiduría que pueda poner en peligro su cuasi monopolio de la Verdad, y también rastrean personas de cuya existencia y actividad Elisabet y Eduardo hasta ahora no sabían nada: los custodios, un grupo que durante siglos ha preservado los libros malditos, prohibidos o censurados de la historia; los hombres de negro, dispuestos a cualquier cosa con tal de destruir toda obra que cuestione a Dios, la Iglesia, la humanidad…

Todos ellos emprenderán una loca carrera para encontrar el libro. Todos ellos y también Enzo, un ser increíblemente hermoso, inquietante, sobrenatural, poderoso, el único que tiene una razón personalísima para buscar el Libro de Thot: liberarse.


Cinder (Crónicas Lunares 1) / Marissa Meyer
Montena / 22 de Marzo de 2012
Sinopsis:

Bienvenidos a Nueva Pekín, metrópoli central de un mundo futuro donde humanos, ciborgs y androides coexisten en precaria convivencia, amenazados todos por una extraña y caprichosa plaga mortal para la que los científicos no encuentran cura.

Esa es la ciudad en la que vive Linh Cinder o, simplemente, Cinder, una ciborg que, por serlo, es odiada y despreciada por todos, y sobre todos, por Adri, su madrastra, cuyo amor y respeto jamás ha tenido a pesar de que gracias al trabajo de Cinder ella y sus dos hijas, Pearl y Peony, pueden salir adelante y aparentar más de lo que son. Aunque no todo son malas noticias: Peony es su mejor amiga. Su mejor amiga humana.

Sabe que no lo logrará, pero no deja de alimentar la esperanza, que sabe vana, de ganarse el favor de su familia y de ir, ¿por qué no?, al baile real que cada año se celebra en Palacio. Pero es el cuento de nunca acabar porque Adri, que no deja de prometerle lo mejor para cuando acabe lo que sea que tiene que hacer, siempre le tiene guardada una tarea nueva, que arregle el levitador o cualquier otro cachivache.

Porque Cinder es la mejor mecánica de Nueva Pekín, y tan grande es su fama que el mismísimo Príncipe Kaito, heredero de la Comunidad Oriental, ha acudido a su cuchitril en el mercado para confiarle el arreglo de su androide. «Contiene información confidencial y es una cuestión de seguridad nacional que la recupere… antes de que lo haga otra persona», le explica.

Vale, Cinder es una ciborg pero no es de piedra, y ese príncipe se demuestra capaz de alterar todos sus circuitos. Pero se cierne sobre ella, sobre ellos, una amenaza más grave que el enamoramiento: la de una fuerza procedente
del espacio exterior que aguarda el momento adecuado para atacar la tierra.



El Trono de Fuego / Rick Riordan
Montena / 29 de Marzo de 2012

Sinopsis:

"Escuchad. No tenemos mucho tiempo para hacer introducciones largas. Tengo que contar esta historia o moriremos todos.»

La voz de Carter suena apremiante, y a tenor de su resumen, no es para menos: los dioses egipcios andan sueltos por el mundo moderno, un puñado de magos que se hacen llamar la Casa de la Vida intentan detenerlos y una gran serpiente está a punto de tragarse el sol y destruir el mundo.

¡Uf! Vaya panorama… pero nada con lo que los hermanos Kane, Carter y Sadie, hijos del eminente egiptólogo Julius Kane, no estén familiarizados. Eso sí, tras aprobar un cursillo tan peligroso como acelerado, y después de aprender quiénes eran y de dónde venían, en La Pirámide Roja (para los no iniciados: la primera entrega de esta serie).

Ahora, su estirpe les exige una nueva hazaña porque Apofis, Señor del Caos, está a punto de romper la cárcel en la que fue confinado. Y los Kane creen que para evitarlo tienen que encontrar esté donde esté, en cualquier rincón del mundo, el Libro de Ra. No para leerlo, claro, sino porque ahí se describe la única manera posible de despertar al dios del sol, el primer y más poderoso rey de los dioses, el Señor del Orden.

Ra y Apofis, enzarzados desde el amanecer de los tiempos en una guerra para destruirse mutuamente… ¿De cuánto tiempo disponen Carter, Sadie y los suyos para preparar la batalla? La verdad, no mucho: cuatro días.

¿Qué os parecen?

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¡Avance exclusivo de novedades de Viceversa!

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¡Hola soñadores!

Hoy os traigo un adelanto que me ha proporcionado la propia editorial con las suculentas novedades que llegarán a nuestras librerías durante los primeros meses del 2012. Tenemos tres continuaciones de saga muy muy interesantes para empezar el año. Son estas:

LA AGENCIA / Paula Sáez
Viceversa / Principios del 2012

Continuación de El Sujeto nº 1 (la portada corresponde a ese título a falta de la de la nueva entrega).

Todavía no está disponible la sinopsis del segundo libro, pero para abrir boca os recuerdo de que iba el anterior:

¿Cómo te sentirías si vieras la fecha de caducidad de las personas que te rodean? 

Ser extraordinario no siempre es deseable. Laura Sanz es una brillante y solitaria estudiante de veinticuatro años, marcada desde su infancia por un secreto que la ha llevado a huir de las personas a las que quiere. Cuando es elegida como ayudante de Monsieur Leblanc, responsable en la ONU de velar por los derechos de la infancia en conflictos armados, Laura no imagina que el pasado que había enterrado volverá a aparecer y la llevará a conocer a varias personas con habilidades fuera de lo común.

En una peligrosa y emocionante aventura, Laura deberá enfrentarse a una organización secreta, a unos misteriosos personajes y a sus propios miedos para obtener, al fin, respuestas sobre el sujeto Nº1.


JUNE VAGSTO. VIAJE A ULTRAMAR / Beatriz Lerma
Viceversa / Principios del 2012

Continuación de June Vagsto. Viaje a los reinos del norte. La autora consiguió ganar el último Premio As de Picas con este libro.

Como tampoco esá disponible la sinopsis de la segunda entrega, os dejo la del primero para recordaros de que iba la saga:

Grandes cambios se avecinan en los cinco reinos del Norte. El cruel conde Thérador y su temible Compañía de la Flecha Negra amenazan con iniciar una cruenta guerra que podría destruir los otros cuatro reinos. La única esperanza es, quizás, una antigua leyenda que sólo unos pocos conocen. También la vida de Enuí, una joven campesina, se tambalea la mañana de su decimoquinto cumpleaños, cuando un trágico suceso y una enigmática visita la impulsan hacia una misión llena de peligros. Un emisario del reino de Rotharam le ha confiado, justo antes de morir, un mensaje secreto que «sólo puede ser entregado en propia mano a su alteza...», y es así como Enuí emprende un largo viaje donde conocerá el peligroso poder de la venganza, la traición y el miedo pero también la imparable fuerza de la lealtad, la amistad y el amor.

EONA / Alison Goodman
Viceversa / Principios del 2012

Continuación de Eón.

Sinopsis original:

Eon has been revealed as Eona, the first female Dragoneye in hundreds of years. Along with fellow rebels Ryko and Lady Dela, she is on the run from High Lord Sethon's army. The renegades are on a quest for the black folio, stolen by the drug-riddled Dillon; they must also find Kygo, the young Pearl Emperor, who needs Eona's power and the black folio if he is to wrest back his throne from the selfstyled "Emperor" Sethon. Through it all, Eona must come to terms with her new Dragoneye identity and power-and learn to bear the anguish of the ten dragons whose Dragoneyes were murdered. As they focus their power through her, she becomes a dangerous conduit for their plans. . . .

Eona, with its pulse-pounding drama and romance, its unforgettable fight scenes, and its surprises, is the conclusion to an epic only Alison Goodman could create.

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Juliet Immortal de Stacey Jay

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¡Hola soñadores!

Hoy os quiero hablar de un libro que descubrí en la red y que no me he podido resistir a conseguir en ebook. Lamentablemente no me consta que ninguna editorial española vaya a traducirlo así que me lo leeré en inglés y ya os diré que tal. Os hablo de:

Titulo: Juliet Immortal
Autora: Stacey Jay
Editorial: Delacorte Books for Young Readers
Idioma: Inglés
Formato: Tapa dura
Páginas: 320

Sinopsis:

"These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume."
—Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

The most tragic love story in history . . .

Juliet Capulet didn't take her own life. She was murdered by the person she trusted most, her new husband, Romeo Montague, a sacrifice made to ensure his own immortality. But what Romeo didn't anticipate was that Juliet would be granted eternity, as well, and would become an agent for the Ambassadors of Light. For 700 years, she's fought Romeo for the souls of true lovers, struggling to preserve romantic love and the lives of the innocent. Until the day she meets someone she's forbidden to love, and Romeo, oh Romeo, will do everything in his power to destroy that love.

¡Adoré la sinopsis! La historia parte de la idea de que la escena del veneno y el puñal no fue como nos la contaron y Julieta no se suicidó. En realidad Romeo la mató para conseguir la inmortalidad pero algo no salió como el planeaba y Julieta también consiguió la vida eterna. Durante esos 700 años ella ha estado preservando el verdadero amor pero... ¿Que pasaría si Julieta lo encontrase? ¿Y si Romeo quisiese destruirlo?

Para terminar de rematarlo el siguiente libro se titula Romeo Redeemed (literalmente Romeo redimido). Como fan absoluta de este clásico, una adaptación con tintes paranormales del mismo es una delicia que espero alguna editorial española traiga a nuestro país.

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Tortured de Caragh M. Obrien

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Para todos aquellos que estamos mordiendonos las uñas esperando a que salga Prized la autora nos ofrece gratuitamente una historia corta de la que ya os hablé con anterioridad.

Es un pequeño relato que se situa entre la trama de Marca de nacimiento y Prized y que ya podéis descargar gratuitamente para Kindle y Nook. Pronto lo tendremos disponible para el resto de lectores.

Para que veáis de que trata os dejo un extracto en inglés. Espero que os guste.

TORTURED (Chapter One)

(SPOILER WARNING: The following spoils the ending of Birthmarked.)

Leon's Escape: A Story Between Birthmarked and Prized
"I'm not going to fix him up if the Protectorat is just going to have him worked over again," Myrna said from the doorway of V cell. "I won't be part of that."
Leon heard her dimly through a haze of pain, and stirred in his chains.
"If we can get him out of here before Miles changes his mind, it'll be over," Genevieve said. "Please, Myrna. You have to help me. Give him something, please."
Kneeling, Leon lifted his head to see Genevieve, his stepmother, working the catch on the metal cuff that held his left wrist, and then she caught his arm when it fell. She retrieved his white shirt from the corner of the cell and wrapped his hand in the makeshift bandage. He tried to straighten, not to sag his torso's weight by his other chained wrist, and the doctor, Myrna Silk, came forward to help support him. A second later, he felt a sting in his shoulder, and Myrna withdrew a syringe.
He swallowed thickly, working his dry throat. "Did they find Gaia?" he asked.
"Your father's searched all of Wharfton and can't find her," Genevieve said. "They've tracked down her old neighbors and her friends but she isn't with any of them."
"So she got away?" Leon asked. If so, it would be the first good news he'd had in four days.
"Yes. So far, at least," Genevieve said. "Guards are looking for her in the wasteland. Why? Did you think we'd found her?"
"Iris told me at one point that they did. I didn't know what to believe," Leon said.
"She'll have to come back," Myrna said. "She can't keep that baby alive in the wasteland."
His other wrist came loose, and with the lowering of his arm, tiny explosions of new pain stretched across his back. Shirtless, he surveyed his bare arms and torso, finding the raw streaks in his skin where the whiplashes on his back trailed around his sides.
The two women helped him to his feet, supporting his arms over their shoulders.
"Watch his back," Genevieve said.
"I know," Myrna replied.
Leon struggled to coordinate his feet, clenching his body as each step triggered pain upward through his muscles.
"Buck up," Myrna said. "No fainting, now. Hear me?"
He focused all his concentration on the cement floor before him, and then the steps as the women guided him down. Disoriented, he began to fear it was only a nightmare, that they were leading him deeper into the prison or a stone tomb where he'd awaken to another round of torture. His instinct was to struggle.
"Leon, please," Genevieve insisted. "You'll be all right, but you have to let us help you."
"You let them do this to me," he said.
"I made them stop," Genevieve said, plainly stricken. "I've been pleading with your father ever since I learned he turned you over to Mabrother Iris."
They reached a tunnel next, and lights that were thinly spaced down the rugged corridor came on one by one as they approached. Though the air was cool, Leon was sweating from effort, and by the time they reached another staircase leading upward, he couldn't go farther. He sank to the steps, breathing hard, grasping his wounded hand with the other to apply pressure. The fabric was saturating with blood.
"Get Mabrother Cho for me, Myrna," Genevieve said, urging the doctor onward past Leon. "He's in the kitchen. Quickly."
Myrna's footsteps vanished up the stairs.
"I'm sorry, Leon," Genevieve said.
Her apologies didn't interest him. "Tell me what have I've missed."
"They've focused in on a Wharfton girl named Emily who was a friend of Gaia's, and she verified that Gaia went into the wasteland."
"Emily wouldn't volunteer that information."
"She was interrogated last night." Genevieve's lips tightened. "Miles gave her baby to Masister Khol. They intend to recover the ledgers you stole, unless Gaia took them with her. If she did, they won't rest until they find her. Does she have them?"
He looked bleakly at the floor between his boots. "I don't know where the ledgers are." He'd said it a hundred times in the last few days.
"You must see it's a matter of the utmost importance," Genevieve said. "Those records could guide birth parents outside the wall to the families inside who are raising their advanced children. It would cause widespread panic if parents in the Enclave believed that their children could be identified. They'd be afraid their kids could be stolen."
"Like you'd have cared if my birth parents came for me?" he asked.
"Leon," Genevieve said. "Of course. You're my son no matter what's happened."
Wincing, he tightened the fabric around his injured hand, even though it was doing little to staunch the blood. The tip of his ring finger had been severed from the knuckle up, and his efforts to arrest the blood flow when he'd been chained had not succeeded. Only the combination of his hand being raised high and his wrist shackle restricting his circulation had prevented him from losing more blood.
"I wish you'd just cooperated with him from the start," Genevieve said. "Do you know where Gaia is now?"
"No."
"Or where she's gone? Didn't she tell you anything?"
He glanced up grimly. "You think I'd tell you if she did? Now that they've found Emily, my resistance didn't make much of a difference anyway," he said. "That's why the Protectorat is letting me go now, isn't it? He's done with me. Why doesn't he just kill me?"
She put a hand on his arm, and he went still at her touch.
"Don't, Mom," he said.
"Your father's never known how to handle you," she said quietly, releasing him. "But this is the worst of all."
He didn't want to hear it. The man had ceased being any decent kind of father long before he'd ordered Leon's torture. What Leon didn't understand was why Genevieve was still with the Protectorat. How could any woman stay with a man who hurt his own son? She must not love him as a son, either. That's what it felt like to Leon, no matter what she said about protecting him. Her lies only added to the betrayal.
He didn't need this. He had to get out of here. He took a deep breath as the noise of footsteps descending came down the staircase and he shifted. A compact, strong man in a white chef's apron preceded Myrna past Leon.
"What's this?" Mabrother Cho said with false levity. "In trouble again?"
Leon looked up to see the cook scowling at his back.
"You don't seem surprised," Leon said. "Give me a hand?"
Mabrother Cho stooped instead, and hauled Leon over his shoulder, careful not to touch his ripped back. He carried him up the rest of the stairs into the kitchen, where he gently deposited him on the long wooden table. Leon shifted heavily over the edge to sit on one of the stools instead.
"If I lie down, I'll pass out," Leon said, and glanced up at the doctor. "See what you can do, Masister."
He held out his hand first. The doctor took it tenderly between her hands, turning it carefully, and unwrapped the torn, blood-soaked fabric. "A bowl of water," Myrna said. "And more so I can wash his back. And towels. This is ridiculous working like this. At least get me better light."
"I'll get the lamp," Genevieve said.
Myrna opened her black satchel and began laying out medical supplies, including a metal scalpel that she propped over a candle flame. She readied another syringe.
"What's that?" Leon asked.
"Another dose of morphine. It's going to hurt, what I'm about to do for you."
He shook his head. "I can't have it. I have to be able to think."
Myrna regarded him soberly for a second, then set the syringe and the little bottle of morphine aside. "I'll send it with you. When you reach the point you need it, you can take it."
Mabrother Cho returned with a metal bowl of clean water. Genevieve had an extra lamp, which she arranged near Myrna's shoulder.
"Put the bowl there, and stay out of my way," Myrna said, directing Mabrother Cho. "You, too, Masister. No hovering."
Leon was slouched forward, elbows on the table, and when Myrna immersed his hand in the bowl, blood immediately began to seep into the warm water, turning it red.
"You're reported to have a great bedside matter, Masister," Leon said. "Where's that tonight?"
"That's only for patients I don't care about," Myrna said.
Yet when she began cleaning the wound, her touch was gentle and sure. He winced when she snipped away a dangling bit of torn skin, and blotted at the blood with a cloth. Then she hitched the lamp nearer. "It's a clean amputation at least," she said.
"Glad you think so," Leon said. He refused to turn his mind back to how it had happened.
Myrna peered at it closely again, tilting her face as she inspected it from every angle, and then she folded Leon's undamaged fingers down into a fist, keeping his wounded one extended over a clean towel.
"Mabrother Cho," Myrna said. "I need you to hold his arm. Here."
Startled, Leon tensed as the chef pinned his forearm securely against the table.
"You don't want to watch this," Myrna said, tightening her grip around his finger.
Before Leon could argue, she took her hot scalpel from over the flame and pressed the flat side of it firmly against his raw fingertip, cauterizing the flesh with a sharp sizzling noise. The sensation knocked Leon backward and he would have fallen except that Mabrother Cho kept his arm pinned to the table. A pungent, burning scent soured the air.
"Thank you," Myrna said curtly to Mabrother Cho. "You can let him go."
She set her scalpel aside.
"Are you done?" Leon asked, breathless with pain.
The doctor was frowning in concentration, examining his finger again. "Yes," she said. "With this at least. Let's see your back."
She released his hand. He curled his fingers slowly toward himself, scrutinizing the seared end of his finger. The burned tissue was damaged in a controlled, scarlet burn, the bleeding had stopped, and the skin at the edges had singed to a tender brown. His pulse was still hammering in his veins but the pain, oddly, was deadening a little, as if the nerves to his fingertip, which before had been ragged and shrill, now were short-circuited. The significance struck him for the first time: his wedding ring finger had been deliberately stunted, as if he'd never make a fit husband.
"Ouch," he said softly.
"Change your mind yet about the morphine?" Myrna asked. "I could put you out for a couple hours." She put a light dressing on his finger to keep it clean.
"No." He glanced over at Genevieve, who had gone very pale. "You said he could change his mind?"
She hesitated, then nodded.
"Would he come down here?" Leon asked.
"I don't think so," Genevieve said.
Leon heard the uncertainty in her voice. "Can you get together some supplies for me?"
She nodded and slipped quietly out.
He'd been barely aware of his surroundings, but now he glanced around the great kitchen of the Bastion, with its rafters high above and a row of ovens near the open fireplace. A bowl of brown eggs was in a familiar place on the counter, and he remembered a blue ceramic teapot on a shelf by the window. How long it had been since he used to sneak down as a kid to visit the cook he couldn't recall, but little of it had changed. Though most of the cooking equipment was tidily put away, four pie dishes on the counter were filled with unbaked crusts that draped gracefully over the edges, and he could see a big bowl of apples had been sliced and sprinkled with cinnamon. In fact, now that he looked more closely, he saw traces of flour across the top of the wooden table, and Leon guessed that Mabrother Cho had hastily moved things out of the way to clear room for his unexpected guest.
"Pies?" Leon asked.
The cook gave a shrug. "I couldn't sleep."
"I'll need some food to take with me," Leon said.
"Where are you going?"
"Into the wasteland. Mycoprotein mainly would be good, and some powdered baby formula," Leon added. "And whatever you have for canteens."
"You're going after the midwife? Do you know where she was headed?" the cook asked.
Leon knew only that Gaia was heading north, and that she had at least a four-day lead on him. Anxiety made him restless.
"Here, hold still," Myrna said. "What's this?" She touched the back of his head.
"I was hit there when they arrested me." He lowered his head to rest on his folded arms, and she cleaned the tender lump on the back of his skull.
"Have any headaches?" she asked.
"Not so bad now."
As the doctor turned to work on his back, he could feel her cleaning the scabby wounds from his floggings and couldn't help flinching. He tilted his face, staring blindly at the piecrusts, and grit his teeth. He searched mentally through his body for one place of him that didn't hurt and settled on the big toe of his right foot. Deep inside his black boot, under the table, that one part of him was okay and he concentrated on that.
Then, after the cleaning was finished, he felt the careful tugs at his back as she sewed the worst of his shredded skin.
"Is that necessary? I won't be able to reach to take the stitches out," Leon said.
"They'll dissolve by the time you heal," Myrna said.
The little snipping noises continued as she tied off the knots, and finally she set aside the curved needle and scissors on the towel in his line of vision. Mabrother Cho brought him a bowl of barley soup to drink. Leon couldn't relax, couldn't let down his guard against pain, but he swallowed the salty, steamy liquid and dipped a crust of the bread in the dregs to swab them up.
"More?" Mabrother Cho asked.
Leon nodded.
"Hold still," Myrna said again.
Next he could feel the doctor dabbing something on his back, a light, cool substance that pulled some of the pain away.
"That's good," he muttered.
She kept at it, working her way from the top, and in the path of her touch, he felt the merciful easing of pain across the back of his shoulders, toward the middle of his spine, and then outward.
"What is that you're putting on?" he asked.
"The sort of thing your girl would appreciate. It's mostly an antibiotic, but I added some tansy she told me about. That's what's soothing. I'll give you some of this to take with you, too."
"You called her 'my girl,'" he said, surprised.
"Isn't that why you're going after her?"
He shifted slightly. "Did she ever talk about me?" he asked.
"Not much," Myrna said. "She liked the orange. That was from you, wasn't it?"
"Yes," he said.
"I guessed as much."
He would have appreciated a little more to go on, but then, Gaia herself had never been particularly forthcoming. She was the most direct, fearless person he'd ever known, except where admitting her own feelings was concerned. At least, he hoped she had feelings for him. When she'd said that thing about respecting him, as if that was all she did, he'd been startled by how much it hurt, like a clean gouge right through him. Still, she'd gone on to let him kiss her, and that counted for something.
He wanted Gaia to trust him, or more exactly, he wanted to be a person that Gaia would trust, even if no one else ever trusted him. He wondered if she realized he'd risked his life for her. Not that it mattered. He'd have done it anyway. But still, he wondered.
Why did he want so badly to be with her?
"Look at me," Myrna said, sitting down beside him on another stool. Her fingers were still smeared with the frothy, white salve.
He looked up doubtfully to meet her gaze. Myrna's shrewd eyes were devoid of sympathy, but he could see that didn't make her heartless.
"Don't ever blame Gaia for this," Myrna said.
"I don't."
"No. I mean later. Whether you ever find her or not. None of this was her fault."
"I know," he said. "It was my decision. I knew what could happen to me. I know what could happen to me in the wasteland, too."
Myrna rose to rinse her hands at the sink, leaving Leon to rest another minute. His one comfort was that he'd succeeded in helping Gaia escape. He could only believe she was surviving somewhere, somehow. A girl who could come out of prison stronger than she went in, who let hardships deepen her rather than rigidify her thinking, had to be able to handle the wasteland, and as long as she was alive, there was a chance he could find her.
Genevieve returned with an assortment of supplies and a rucksack. "You can't carry anything on your back, obviously," she said, "but is your neck all right? You could hang something around your neck, in front of you."
He lifted a hand to gingerly touch the nape of his neck, which was unscathed. "That'll work," he said.
"I think this will keep the sun and flies off your back without clinging," Genevieve added. She'd brought a loose, lightweight shirt and a bowed oblong framework that he recognized from a kite kit his brother Rafael had owned once. She clipped the framework to the inside of the shirt collar so the material would drape loosely behind him, not touching his skin. The resulting contraption had a flimsiness he doubted, but she tested its spring with a tug, and it rebounded in a way that was flexible and durable enough to last, at least for a while.
"Feeling any better? That first dose of morphine should have kicked in," Myrna asked, taking the stool again.
He was.
The food was helping, too. Mabrother Cho handed him another bowl of soup and more bread. Then he set before Leon a saucer with a few of the cinnamon-and-sugar-coated apple slices. "You always liked these," he said.
Leon looked up, noting the cook's kindly expression.
"You know each other," Genevieve said, as if she were just figuring that out.
"More or less," Mabrother Cho said, smiling. "He used to sneak down here nights when he was little, now and again. Your boy here's made lots of friends I suspect you've never known about."
Leon reached for an apple slice and bit into the sweetness. "Not so many," Leon said.
"Enough that you'll be missed," Mabrother Cho said. "Don't be gone forever, Mabrother."
Leon didn't know what to say. He had no idea what he might find in the wasteland or if anything lay beyond it. It seemed unlikely he'd ever come back. He watched while his mother and Mabrother Cho packed food and supplies in the pack: mycoprotien, dried fruit, cheese, a little tea, flatbread, and a canister of baby formula. They added matches, a candle, flint and steel, a small pot, and a knife. Mabrother Cho filled four lightweight, metal canteens, capped them, and looped them to a sturdy belt.
How many supplies had Gaia taken? Leon wondered. How long could she last on what she could carry? And she had the baby, too. The thought made him impatient to leave.
"You want a blanket?" Genevieve asked. "It'll get cold at night when the sun goes down. I can pack it small."
"All right," he said.
"A hat," Myrna said.
"I have one here," Genevieve said, offering a beige one with a wide brim.
Myrna showed him where she was putting medical supplies in the outer pouch of his pack. "Your back will start to itch when it's healing," she said. "You won't win any prizes for enduring the pain. Use the morphine, and keep up with the antibiotics." She shook a small container. "Two pills a day until they're all gone. Promise me."
He lifted the bottle to eye the contents. "If I outlast them."
"Don't say that," Genevieve said.
He glanced across the table to her. His mother stood with her shoulders proudly straight, but he could see the fear and stress in her troubled gaze. He accepted her help with putting on the shirt, which billowed slightly behind him. Then he dipped his head into the strap of his pack, straightening to lift its weight and shift it to the most comfortable place along his chest.
Genevieve reached for the water belt and slung it over her shoulder. "I can take this as far as the wall for you."
He didn't argue with her. Donning his hat, he took a last glance down at the table with its bowl of reddish water, the dirty towel, and Myrna's tools. Myrna was regarding him gravely, but she held out a hand to shake his.
"Good luck," she said simply.
Mabrother Cho lifted a hand in silent farewell.
Strangely moved, Leon reached past the cook to snag a last slice of apple from the bowl.
"Thanks," he said.
The cook gave a twisted smile. "Get going, then."
Leon followed Genevieve out the back door of the kitchen, past the rubbish barrels and the empty crates left from deliveries. The night was edging toward dawn, and Genevieve's white sweater was visible as muted gray over her slender form, sliced by the black of the belt and canteens over her shoulder. As they headed uphill, side by side through the dim, cobblestone streets, he watched warily for guards, still not trusting that he was safe with his mother. The open space of Summit Park was quiet except for a lone cricket, and from that elevation, the high point of the Enclave, he had a view out toward the wasteland, where the horizon was visible as a line of gray meeting with faint pink above. Vast seemed the wasteland, and trackless. Finding Gaia was going to be nearly impossible.
The alternative was staying in the Enclave and waiting for the moment his adoptive father decided to put an end to him once and for all.
They left the park and headed down the last curving streets. The occasional streetlights flickered on as they approached, triggered by sensors. At one corner, a mute camera was aimed at the intersection.
"He's watching us go, isn't he?" Leon asked.
"Yes," Genevieve said. "He'll paint you as a coward and a traitor, but you'll be safe. You'll be gone."
He glanced at her profile. "He can't be very happy with you," he said.
"I'm not very pleased with him, either," she said, and smiled. "Don't worry about me."
He considered that. "I will, though."
She laughed briefly. "Just so you know, Emily turned in the ledgers tonight. I just heard, when I was gathering your things."
"Did they give back her baby?"
"No. Miles advanced the baby. He thinks she had a copy of the birth records made. She had enough time."
Leon stared ahead to where the wall that surrounded the Enclave was coming into view. Gaia's friend Emily must be frantic about her advanced son, and she'd be helpless against the injustice of the Enclave. He was glad Gaia didn't know, for he was certain she would blame herself if she did.
"See what you can do about that," Leon said.
"I will. I'll try. But we also need to be sure our children are secure."
"It proves Gaia didn't take the ledgers with her," Leon said. "I know."
"So will he call off the search for her?"
"That I don't know. She's still a criminal for stealing them in the first place," Genevieve said.
"Advancing the babies in the first place, though," he said dryly. "That doesn't count as theft?"
"You know it doesn't," Genevieve said. "That's completely different."
"Tell that to Emily."
"No, you think it over yourself," she said, "and imagine what your life would have been like if we hadn't raised you."
He laughed bitterly. "You can still say that, when my father has just had me tortured for four days?"
She paused, and he was compelled to turn beside her. "I'm not going to try to excuse him," she said. "But can we not argue about him? Just for now?"
He could make out her eyes enough to see how troubled she was. His feelings for her were confused by the bitterness he felt towards the Protectorat and her own complicity in his cruelty. On the other hand, she was likely the only one in the Enclave who had the power to save him from his father, at what personal cost to her own well-being, he couldn't guess. He couldn't stay hardened against his mother, not when they only had a few more minutes together.
"All right," he said.
"Thank you."
The North Gate, seldom used, was smaller than South Gate but it, too, was patrolled by the requisite guards. They nodded at Genevieve as if expecting her, and when they opened the tall wooden gate, Leon passed under the arch to the outside. He glanced behind him for the last time, at the quiet, tree-lined street and the lightless towers of the Bastion, just visible over the rise of the hill.
Before him, the hill sloped down toward an arid, windswept, shadowed landscape of boulders and stunted brush. His future. The cold uncertainty of it chilled him, and yet he did not look back again. The likelihood of finding Gaia's tracks was essentially nil. He could scan for movement by day, and at night it was possible a campfire would show to guide him to her, but probably his best chance was to head north, looking for civilization, and hope Gaia found the same place.
He briefly considered circling back to ask Emily what she knew of Gaia's departure, but it would be risky, and set him back several hours, and he already knew Gaia intended to head north for the Dead Forest. If it existed. Gaia believed it did.
I've done smarter things than this, he thought.
Wordlessly, he took the belt from Genevieve, settling it around his waist so that the canteens rode to the sides where they wouldn't impede his stride.
"Here. One last thing," she said, and passed him an extra roll of socks. "For your feet," she added, as if he didn't know. "It's important to take care of your feet when you're going so far."
The ball was soft in his hand. "Mom," Leon said, strangely moved.
"I'm just so sorry about this. If there were any other way--"
He shook his head, and pulled her near to hug his arms around her. She couldn't hug him back properly because of his wounded back, but she held tight to his collar and kissed his cheek.
"Please be safe," Genevieve said.
"I will. Give my love to Evelyn and Rafael," Leon said.
"Come back to us," she whispered.
There was no answer to that. For a last, long moment he held her, filling with sad tenderness, a kind of forgiveness and loss that normally would have made him feel weak. Instead, he felt human, honest.
"I'll miss you," he said, and knew it was true, despite everything.
When he left his mother and started down the hill, he trod carefully in the shadowed space between boulders. He hitched once at the belt around his hips, tucked the socks in his pocket, and began his vigilant search for motion along the horizon. Somewhere ahead of him, Gaia was traveling with her baby sister. Whether what he was doing was stupidly reckless or nobly brave didn't much matter, because the only thing left to do was try to find her.

TORTURED Copyright 2011 by Caragh M. OBrien


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Despierta. Across the universe y Pandemonium en Febrero de 2012

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¡Hola soñadores!

Hoy nos ha llegado a los blogs una newsletter con las dos nuevas apuestas de SM para el inicio del 2012. Una de ellas es una continuación y la otra el inicio de una nueva trilogía. Aquí os dejo los datos.


Título: Despierta. Across the Universe.
Autora: Beth Revis
Editorial: SM
A la venta el 7 de Febrero de 2012

Una nave espacial que es un mundo diminuto. Generaciones de tripulantes que viven y mueren en ella, con la esperanza de que sus hijos lleguen al planeta prometido. Una carga de personas crionizadas que solo despertarán al final del viaje. Todo está perfectamente ordenado; todo debe seguir un guión escrito de antemano. Y sin embargo... Amy despierta en un momento que no debería formar parte de su vida. Elder debe asumir un papel que no quiere desempeñar. Ninguno de los dos encaja en el gran puzle de la nave.

Y hay otra pieza suelta: un asesino.
  
Amy y sus padres se someten voluntariamente a un proceso de criogenización. Permanecerán congelados durante trescientos años. En ese tiempo viajarán en una nave cuyo destino es otro planeta con las condiciones idóneas para que sobrevivan los hombres. 

Elder ha nacido en la nave. Cuando Eldest fallezca, él será el próximo líder, el encargado de llevar a la tripulación al nuevo planeta. 
Pero algo no sale como debiera. Amy despierta antes de lo previsto. Y entonces ya nada será igual... 

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Título: Pandemonium
Autora: Lauren Oliver
Editorial: SM
A la venta el 21 de Febrero de 2012


A nadie le gusta estar enfermo. Afortunadamente, en el siglo XXII los científicos han encontrado la cura para la pandemia que, durante milenios, asoló el planeta. Un delirio que se contagiaba más rápido que cualquier otra enfermedad, afectando a cientos cada día, y a millones al cabo del año. Era tan grave que, encontrada la cura, el gobierno decretó su administración a todos los ciudadanos, a partir de la mayoría de edad.

Por fin hay cura para esa enfermedad llamada amor.

Además la editorial anuncia una nueva portada para Delirium que se asemeja a la del segundo libro.


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Para los blogueros, deciros que se está preparando el RETO PANDEMONIUM y que todos aquellos que hayan reseñado Delirium podrán participar, así que el que no lo haya hecho ¡Qué se de prisa! Ya nos irán informando.

Y además pronto tendremos los primeros capítulos y las portadas en alta resolución.

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