It’s fantasy, yes, but the voice of Elizabeth Lim She knows how to welcome even readers who resist the genre, because her writing is a bit like her, curious.

Lim, who knew how to grow up in the Bay of San Francisco, surrounded by reading fairy tales, myths and songs, before becoming a writer, devoted himself to cinema and video games. She was a professional composer of melodies and even today many of her fictions are born after a session at the piano. He studied at Harvard and was part of the Juilliard Academy. She currently resides in New York with her husband and two children. She is the author of Biology blood of the stars and series collaborator A twisted talewhich was a best seller The New York Times.

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In his most recent novel, the author tells the story of an exiled princess, a shape-shifting dragon, six enchanted cranes, and an unbreakable curse.

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Shiori’anma is Kiata’s only princess, and she has a secret. A forbidden magic runs through his veins. On the morning of her commitment ceremony, she loses control. What first appears to be a mistake that allows him to avoid the marriage he never wanted, ends up being the major event that catches the eye of Raikama, a powerful witch and, what’s more, his mother-in-law.

Raikama banishes the young princess and turns her siblings into cranes, thus warning Shiori not to tell anyone. He curses her with the prohibition of speech, for each that comes out of his lips, one of his brothers will die.

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Alone and speechless, Shiori undertakes the nearly impossible search for her siblings and uncovers a turbulent plot by Raikama to claim the throne.

The princess will be the only one who can face the witch, only she can save the kingdom. Before, however, she had to trust a paper bird, a dragon, and the same boy she had fought so hard not to marry. Shiori will embrace the magic she’s learned to repress all her life, no matter what it takes.

“Six Cranes”translated into Spanish by Álvaro Garat, is a to tell about from the classic tale “The Six Swans”by the Brothers Grimm. At approximately 496 pages, readers will witness this story set in East Asia, written with particular speed. It’s not a thriller, but it moves vibrantly forward, almost as much as one.

Next, via the Planeta group, we share the beginning of the book:

The bottom of the lake tasted of mud, salt and regret. The water was so thick that keeping my eyes open was agony, but thank goodness I made it. Otherwise, I would have deprived myself of seeing the dragon.

He was smaller than he had imagined. The size of a rowboat, with bright ruby ​​eyes and green scales like the purest jade. It had nothing to do with the village-sized beasts that legends said were dragons, big enough to swallow warships whole.

He swam closer until his round, red eyes were so close they mirrored mine.

He watched me drown.

“Help,” I begged. I was gasping for air and barely had a second to live, before my world folded in on itself.

The dragon looked at me, raising its feathery forehead. For a moment, I dared to hope that he would help me. But he wrapped his cock around my neck, taking my last breath. And everything went black.

In hindsight, I certainly shouldn’t have told my servants that I was going to jump into the sacred lake. I only said that because the heat that morning was unbearable – even Mom’s bushes had dried out – and the birds above the lemon trees were too hot to sing. Not to mention that jumping into the lake seemed like a perfectly sensible option to avoid having to attend my engagement ceremony or, as I liked to call it, the dark end of my future.

Unfortunately, my servants believed me, and the news reached Father’s ears very quickly. Within minutes, he sent one of my brothers to find me, along with a retinue of stern-faced guards.

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So there I was, led through the corridors of the palace, on the hottest day of the year. Towards the end of my future.

As I followed my brother down another sunny hallway, I fiddled with my sleeve, pretending to cover a yawn as I peeked inside.

“Stop yawning,” Hasho chided me.

I dropped my arm and yawned again.

“If I drop them all now, I won’t have to do it in front of Father.”

– Currency…

“Try to be woken up at dawn to have your hair brushed a thousand times,” I replied. Try walking with as much silk on you. I lifted my arms, but the sleeves were so heavy I could barely hold them in place. Look at all those layers, I could outfit a ship with enough sails to cross the sea.

The trace of a smile touched Hasho’s mouth.

“The gods are listening, dear sister. If you keep complaining like that, your fiancé will get a mark every time you disrespect him.

My fiance. Any mention of him went in one ear and out the other, while my mind drifted to more pleasant thoughts, like cajoling the palace cook into giving me his recipe for red bean pasta, or better yet, board a boat and travel across the Taijin Sea. .

Being the Emperor’s only child, I had never been allowed to go anywhere, let alone travel outside of Gindara, the capital. In a year, she would be too old for such an escape. And too married.

The outrage he stirred in me made me sigh out loud.

“So I’m doomed, it will be horrible.”

My brother laughed and pushed me forward.

“Come on, don’t complain anymore. We are almost there.

I rolled my eyes. Hasho was starting to look seventy, not seventeen. Of my six brothers, he was the one I loved the most: he was the only one with a mind as lively as mine. But ever since he’d started taking his role as a prince so seriously and wasting that spirit on chess games instead of pranks, there were some things he couldn’t tell her anymore.

Like what I kept up my sleeve.

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