Eine dramatische Familiengeschichte mit Mystery-Elementen: Die junge Eleanor entdeckt ein Gemälde ihrer Mutter und erhält einen rätselhaften Brief. Ihre Anziehung zu Musiker Alexander führt sie in ein Labyrinth aus Täuschung, Intrigen und Begehren.
Sarah Bryant Bücher
1. Jänner 1973
Sarah Bryant ist eine zeitgenössische britische Autorin, die für ihre tiefgründige Auseinandersetzung mit der menschlichen Psyche und der Komplexität von Beziehungen bekannt ist. Ihr Schreibstil zeichnet sich durch lyrische Prosa und eine tiefgehende Erkundung der Innenwelten ihrer Charaktere aus. Bryant thematisiert häufig Verlust, Erinnerung und die Suche nach Identität und erschafft dabei Erzählungen, die sowohl intim als auch universell wirken. Ihre Werke finden bei den Lesern aufgrund ihrer emotionalen Tiefe und literarischen Kunstfertigkeit Anklang.
Nach ihrer Flucht vor der Zwangsverheiratung avanciert eine junge Beduinin zur Hoffnungsträgerin eines mythenumwobenen Bergvolkes: Zusammen mit den wehrhaften Kriegern der Dschninn eilt sie an die Seite von Sultan Saladin, der zum Vernichtungsfeldzug gegen die Franken gerufen hat.
In an enchanted French chateau, Florian edges toward madness. Cursed by his jealous twin to a slow, disfiguring death, his only hope is true love’s kiss. But even if he could find a girl to love him, he could never love her back. Meanwhile, in the Marseilles slums, Ren works tirelessly to keep his family from starvation—and to avoid the drugs, gangs, and prostitution his childhood friends have succumbed to. When one of his late father’s ships turns up, cargo intact, it seems Ren’s family's fortunes are improving. Instead, a double-dealing agent and a stolen rose land Ren in Florian’s chateau as his prisoner. Bitterly at odds, the boys at first seem doomed. As time passes, though, they learn that love wears many faces, words have many meanings, and even curses aren’t set in stone. But can they break the one consuming Florian before it destroys them both?
Chapter 1: Witch EyesHer first love was the wind. Pre-speech she followed it to the shore, a sickle of platinum sand between two granite monoliths. Its thrusting curve held her as a mother's arms might have, as it held the crooning waves and crying birds, the bladderwrack strewn like entrails among beached jellyfish and sanded glass. On cloudy days she stood and let its magisterial sorrow wash over her; when the sun shone she chased it, laughing. When she was old enough she tied her skirt between her legs and climbed the rocks, to feel its heady edge as it tried to tear her down. Later, battered by a longing she could neither trace nor name, she would wade out into the sea until its ancient cold numbed her body and then reach out to embrace the wind. And one day, when she'd left that beach far behind, she would realize that during those half-forgotten days of her earliest childhood, the wind's soul had blown into hers, rending it to tatters, knotting them again with its own fingers so that it would never quite leave her. Knowing that, she would come to peace at last. But there were many days to live through before that one.Serendipity is a tale of love, lost and found.
