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En una zona del bajo Piamonte, un pequeño cam­pesino fantasioso y embustero llamado Baudolino conquista a Federico Barbarroja y se convierte en su hijo adoptivo. Casi milagrosamente, todo aquello que Baudolino imagina genera Historia. Entre otras cosas, crea la mítica carta del Preste Juan, que pro­metía a Occidente un reino fabuloso en el lejano Oriente, gobernado por un rey cristiano. Empujado por la invención de Baudolino, Federico emprende una cruzada para restituir al Prestejuan la más pre­ciosa reliquia de la cristiandad, el Santo Grial. Fe­derico morirá durante el viaje, en circunstancias misteriosas, pero su ahijado continuará hacia aquel reino lejano, entre monstruos de los bestiarios del medioevo y vicisitudes llenas de magia y hechizo.

«Yo digo que la vida perfectamente puede estar hecha de la misma materia de las películas.» Cuando al poblado llega una de Marilyn Monroe, Gary Cooper o Charlton Heston, en casa de María Margarita se juntan las monedas exactas para una entrada y la mandan a ella a verla. Debido a su talento especial para contarlas como si fueran «en tecnicolor y cinemascope», al poco tiempo todo un público la espera impaciente tras cada proyección. «Comencé a fijarme en detalles que la mayoría pasaban por alto: el modo acanallado de pintarse los labios de la rubia amante del mafioso, algún tic casi inadvertido del pistolero en los instantes previos al saque, la forma en que los soldados encendían el cigarrillo en las trincheras para que el enemigo no viera el resplandor del fósforo.» Tan sencilla como poderosa, esta novela encierra un homenaje al arte de narrar historias, al tiempo que traza la mágica historia de los cines en los pueblos en sus tiempos de esplendor y decadencia.

Un vibrante retrato de Damasco en los años posteriores a la independencia, cuyos protagonistas son un reputado calígrafo, una mujer de gran belleza y un joven cristiano de noble carácter. En las populosas calles de la ciudad vieja, el rumor se extiende como una marea: Nura, la joven y bella esposa del afamado calígrafo Hamid Farsi, se ha fugado de casa sin dejar rastro. De inmediato, cientos de voces especulan sobre los motivos de tal desplante. ¿Habrá sucumbido al insistente ruego del célebre donjuán Nassri Abbani, que para conquistar la única pieza que se le resiste ha acudido nada menos que al marido de su presa para que le escriba fogosas cartas de amor? ¿O habrá huido tal vez de la asfixiante vida conyugal a la que la sometía su esposo, seducida por el embrujo de algún joven dispuesto a compartir el amor por los libros, la libertad y el gozo de vivir? Quizá la respuesta esté en el propio Hamid, que guarda un secreto que podría ocultar la clave del misterio.

Bertrand Arthur William Russell (1872-1970), filósofo, pedagogo, matemático y ensayista inglés, se guió en esta obra por el más ajustado sentido de la unidad histórica y estudió a cada filósofo en relación con el medio en que actuó, teniendo siempre en cuenta las circunstancias sociales y políticas de su época. De este modo ha conseguido acercar al lector a la génesis y el desarrollo del pensamiento occidental. En este segundo tomo completa el análisis de la filosofía medieval con el estudio de los escolásticos y traza una panorámica en profundidad de la filosofía renacentista y de la trayectoria de los principales filósofos del mundo moderno desde la Reforma protestante hasta nuestro siglo.

At the dawn of their adolescence, on the eve of the summer solstice, four young girls–Helena, Leonie, Niamh and Elle–took the oath to join Her Majesty’s Royal Coven, established by Queen Elizabeth I as a covert government department. Now, decades later, the witch community is still reeling from a civil war and Helena is the reigning High Priestess of the organization. Yet Helena is the only one of her friend group still enmeshed in the stale bureaucracy of HMRC. Elle is trying to pretend she’s a normal housewife, and Niamh has become a country vet, using her powers to heal sick animals. In what Helena perceives as the deepest betrayal, Leonie has defected to start her own more inclusive and intersectional coven, Diaspora. And now Helena has a bigger problem. A young warlock of extraordinary capabilities has been captured by authorities and seems to threaten the very existence of HMRC. With conflicting beliefs over the best course of action, the four friends must decide where their loyalties lie: with preserving tradition, or doing what is right.

When two young boys venture into the woods, and only one returns alive, Mears begins to realize that something sinister is at work. In fact, his hometown is under siege from forces of darkness far beyond his imagination. And only he, with a small group of allies, can hope to contain the evil that is growing within the borders of this small New England town. With this, his second novel, Stephen King established himself as an indisputable master of American horror, able to transform the old conceits of the genre into something fresh and all the more frightening for taking place in a familiar, idyllic locale.

In Navola, a bustling city-state dominated by a handful of influential families, business is power, and power is everything. For generations, the di Regulai family—merchant bankers with a vast empire—has nurtured tendrils that stretch to the farthest reaches of the known world. And though they claim not to be political, their staggering wealth has bought cities and toppled kingdoms. Soon, Davico di Regulai will be expected to take the reins of power from his father and demonstrate his mastery of the games of Navolese knowing who to trust and who to doubt, and how to read what lies hidden behind a smile. But in Navola, strange and ancient undercurrents lurk behind the gilt and grandeur—like the fossilized dragon eye in the family’s possession, a potent symbol of their raw power and a talisman that seems to be summoning Davico to act.

Jane is unhappy. A struggling midlist writer whose novels barely command four figures, she feels trapped in an underwhelming marriage, just scraping by to pay a crippling Bay Area mortgage for a house—a life—she's never really wanted. There's only ever been one person she cared about, one person who truly understood her: Thalia. Jane's best and only friend nearly a decade ago during their Creative Writing days at Oxford. It was the only good year of Jane’s life—cobblestones and books and damp English air, heady wine and sweet cider and Thalia, endless Thalia. But then one night ruined everything. The blood-soaked night that should have bound Thalia to Jane forever but instead made her lose her completely. Thalia disappeared without a trace, and Jane has been unable to find her since.

Home alone with her young children during a blizzard, a mother tucks her son back into bed in the middle of the night. She hears a noise—old houses are always making some kind of noise. But this sound is disturbingly familiar: it’s the tread of footsteps, unusually heavy and slow, coming up the stairs. She sees the figure of a man appear down the hallway, shrouded in the shadows. Terrified, she quietly wakes her children and hustles them into the oldest part of the house, a tiny, secret room concealed behind a wall. There they hide as the man searches for them, trying to tempt the children out with promises and scare the mother into surrender. In the suffocating darkness, the mother struggles to remain calm, to plan. Should she search for a weapon or attempt escape? But then she catches another glimpse of him. That face. That voice. And at once she knows her situation is even more dire than she’d feared, because she knows exactly who he is—and what he wants.