THE TREE

How many years had elapsed since he had been there, three hundred, maybe four hundred, he had lost count.
How distant was the moment when he had detached himself from the branch that had generated him, the centuries had fled so quickly that they had seemed like days.
He had heard...
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IN THE ETERNAL WORLD

"It doesn't seem real to me that we can navigate these waters without hunting or being hunted," Erick said, smiling at Amiur. The Lake of Flowing Time was calm and still, the immense boreal forest surrounding it reflecting its...

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IN THE WORLD OF FEAR

"It doesn't seem real to me that we can navigate these waters without hunting or being hunted," Erick said, smiling at Amiur. The Lake of Flowing Time was calm and still, the immense boreal forest surrounding it reflecting its...

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IN THE WORLD OF EARTH

"The Season of Cold is upon us – Màyly thought dejectedly – it is time for me to return to the small valley between the Eternal Mountains". She had promised herself this before she left the warriors she had led through the long years of the Great Drought…

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IN THE WORLD OF WATER

The general crossed the long corridor at a fast pace, almost running; a conspicuous gash ran across his forehead, sending a stream of blood dripping down his face and staining his elegant black uniform. He opened...

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IN THE WORLD OF TIME

Erick looked around, his valley was in bloom, but green reigned supreme over all other colours; the heavy rains of the Season of New Leaves had unleashed nature, the world was awakening...

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About rock, water... and humans

More than thirty years after the events, Bröwa narrates the story of a flood to the pages of a novel, giving voice to the two protagonists

The mountain and the river remember and comment, revealing their relationship with their environment and with mankind.

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THOSE DAYS OF WINTER

The constant, monotonous clatter of the train filled the silence that reigned in the half-empty compartment. It was a mountain train, and there was nothing strange about the fact that the carriages were not too full, just another passenger sitting a few rows down, gazing distractedly at the panorama streaming past the window...

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THE FIVE SEASONS OF THE MOUNTAIN

A year arrives, passes and leaves, leaving behind more or less significant changes for each human being, marked by the seasons that have always characterised the progress of our planet as it wanders through infinite space.
Inextricably linked to the cycles of time, even the mountains experience their own epochs which...

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THE BLACK ROAD

When he embarked, Sydney was stretching, it was still dark and the city was showing the first signs of waking up.
He had never liked flying but, ironically, fate had tossed him to all corners of the globe, making him stay in the air longer than the little robin that came to feed under the arbour of his old house every winter....

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