Fiction: special features

The new job at Refuge Acres was a bright spot in Paul's life.

The most valuable treasure of Vermilion Vintage vanished without a trace one quiet night.

Sandglass: The Collection is a selection of Short Stories and Novelettes from the pen of Caldon Mull spanning his career so far and includes Essays on the works and on his writing experiences in general.

Holly Mason has mastered the art of baking—but when it comes to matters of the heart, she's still learning the recipe.

"e;Los relatos de Colacrai estan fraguados a fuerza de golpes imaginativos y circunstancias minimas, intrascendentes para quien no sabe mirar en los recovecos de la vida cotidiana"e; (Alma Maritano).

Veinte anos de experiencia como tatuador le han permitido al autor tener el material suficiente para escribir los diez relatos presentados en esta obra.

A new selection of Dylan Thomas's greatest stories taking us through the landmarks of the year, in an irresistible Little Clothbound Classics editionFor a boy growing up in an ordinary town in Wales, summer is 'always radiant, rainless, lazily rowdy and skyblue', and it always snows at Christmas.

Storms can come out of a clear blue sky, or they can build over a long period.

Was suchen wir im Leben: Gluck oder Freiheit, Erfullung oder Kompromisse?

Hebe Uhart publicó su primer libro en 1962, a los veintiséis años, en una edición de autor: Dios, San Pedro y las almas.

Los relatos que integran este libro fueron escritos por Di Benedetto en la cárcel, preso por la dictadura militar argentina entre marzo de 1976 y septiembre de 1977.

Was ist das Jetzt - und warum entgleitet es uns, noch wahrend wir versuchen, es zu erfassen?

Wer sind wir, wenn alle Gewissheiten wegfallen?

Im Angesicht des Meeres beginnt eine Reise zu den Ursprungen des abendlandischen Denkens.

On the drowned coast of Sussex, where the marsh swallows secrets and storms carve truth from the cliffs, a pale lantern walks at dusk.

Somewhere between the third and fourth dimensions — in a liminal space that smells faintly of cardamom and old starlight — there exists a coffee shop.

A quiet man.