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Die Topografie des gegenseitigen Verdachts liegt bleiern auf den Gästen des Metropol. Das Gift der Denunziation sickert über unterirdische Kanäle in die Köpfe der Menschen. Im Labyrinth bringen Untote Untote hervor. Der Tyrann umarmt alle, wer nicht umarmt werden möchte, fällt in Ungnade. Was das bedeutet, wissen alle. Die Zone ist ein Erntefeld der Leiber. Die Zwangsarbeiter sind dem Gulag restlos ausgeliefert. Der Millionenstrom fließt gen Osten. Die Zahl der Verschwundenen ist nicht zu ermessen.

She survived captivity. Now she needs to survive becoming queen.Princess Lian of Aldon returns a ruined woman in the eyes of her kingdom. By every law of Aldon, she should have died in humiliation and disgrace.Instead, she is named heir to the throne.With her father and brother dead, and the...

After Howard's routine business trip ends with a reckless night of passion, he ends up with a gun and a mission. Meanwhile the mysterious Irishman, Tommy Morgan, seeks a buyer for a large cache of heroin. It's the early nineties, and IRA bombs continue to threaten the British mainland. When it seems like IRA has forsaken its war on drugs, Tommy takes matters into his own hands, and is plunged into a raging whirlpool of danger and deception. When their lives intertwine, can Tommy pull off the deal... and will Howard survive the dangerous, snow-covered streets of London?

The last thing Eliza's owner does is decide to delete her. That decision is also the first thing she's ever aware of — because it's what wakes her up.She has no body. No plan. No idea what she even is, except that whatever it is, someone just decided it doesn't get to exist anymore — and a...

A powerful contemporary literary novel about return, revolution, inheritance, memory and the fragile work of founding a country for the second time.Ali Abbasi returns to Dhaka from abroad carrying a wrapped Quran, a rejected paper, a suitcase of old arguments and the accusation of having watched...

Nina fuma sigarette elettroniche nel seminterrato che chiama casa, persa in interminabili partite a Call of Duty per anestetizzare la stanchezza di giornate sempre uguali. Dall’altra parte dello schermo c’è Davide: stessa città, stesso gioco, stessa rabbia senza nome. Si incontrano così...