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Un manual para llevar una vida más espontánea y creativa, escrito por Robert Poynton, autor de Pausa. Una invitación a ser más flexibles en un mundo incierto y complejo, utilizando la improvisación para disfrutar, en la vida y en el trabajo, de lo que se sale del guion. Todos los días nos enfrentamos a lo imprevisto y lo inesperado, desde una tostadora estropeada hasta la pérdida (o ganancia) de un cliente importante. Pero tenemos la sensación de improvisar, en lugar de actuar con valentía y convicción. Para Robert Poynton, sin embargo, la improvisación es mucho más que una herramienta para superar momentos difíciles. La capacidad de adaptarnos creativamente a lo inesperado puede ser una fuente de asombro y deleite, y dar lugar a nuevas ideas y pensamientos.

On a small island in a remote corner of northwest Scotland lies Maundrell castle, owned by its wealthy namesake family for centuries—until now. Edwina Nunn is shocked to learn a relative she never heard of has bequeathed the castle and its land to her. What awaits Edie and her teenage daughter, Neve, is even more startling, for the castle is home to a multitude of ghosts. Yet there’s a strange beauty in the austere architecture and the eerie, bloody waters of Loch na Scáthanna, the Lake of Shadows. Beguiled by a frightened ghost who gazes longingly out of the castle’s windows, Edie and Neve are drawn to the legends shrouding the island and the mystery of the Maundrell Red—a priceless diamond that disappeared decades before. Is the gem really cursed, and the cause of the family tragedies that have all occurred on Samhain—Scottish Halloween? As Samhain approaches once more, Edie and Neve race to peel back the dark secrets entwining the living and the dead—a twisted story of bitter cruelty and hidden love—or they will become another Maundrell tragedy trapped in the lonely hours . . .

Reacher had no idea where he was. No idea how he had gotten there. But someone must have brought him. And shackled him. And whoever had done those things was going to rue the day. That was for damn sure. Jack Reacher wakes up alone, in the dark, handcuffed to a makeshift bed. His right arm has suffered some major damage. His few possessions are gone. He has no memory of getting there. The last thing Reacher can recall is the car he hitched a ride in getting run off the road. The driver was killed. His captors assume Reacher was the driver’s accomplice and patch up his wounds as they plan to make him talk.