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Yared doesn’t like school: he thinks that it’s a boring place and he doesn’t understand why he has to go there every day. In this story, Yared will come to see school in a positive light, as a place where different things can happen each day, and where you can learn lots of things.
Yared learns what recycling is all about,
that when we drop useless objects into
those coloured bins on the street,
we give them the chance to start a new life.
And he wonders: Will it be the same
with all good things?
Throuhg Yared’s innocent and funny view, we revise in this story the road safety education. This brief tale tries to show the youngest readers how important it is to know and follow the rules, both as pedestrians and as drivers, if we want to arrive home safe and sound.
Yared has got new, somewhat weird, parents:
“a little faded, the colour of the full moon”,
grandparents, one brother and one sister.
This story talks about integration, acceptance,
of being just another member in the warm and happy
environment of a big family.
It is the year 1120. Akil the Djinn returns to the world of men to serve a Leonese nobleman called Diego Tovar. Diego has lost his lands and is prepared to do anything to get them back. But the only way of achieving his goal is to steal a valuable manuscript from the messenger carrying it… who turns out to be a girl called Sahar.
Francis, Mr Frankie, decides to return to the neighbourhood where he grew up. He had left there following a personal rock'n'roll dream that lead him to a brush with toxic and ephemeral fame. Now Francis wants to leave misery and drug addiction behind. But his old neighbourhood is a ruin through which wander his father, half-sister, first love and a few friends.
Knavish tales in which affection springs up in sordid situations. Stories in which challenges are decided by the number of matches that chance puts in your hand, stories in which there is always one more toast left to make.
This account of stories is a result of a challenge: “I can write a fucking love story. All I have to do is look into my own life, change names and endings. Endings most of all.”