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The number-one Swedish thriller by the author of The Hypnotist and The Fire Witness. He's Sweden's most prolific serial killer. Jurek Walter is serving a life sentence. Kept in solitary confinement, he is still considered extremely dangerous by psychiatric staff. He'll lull you into a sense of calm. Mikael knows him as The Sandman. Seven years ago, he was taken from his bed along with his sister. They are both presumed dead. He has one target left.

"The Sandman" (German: Der Sandmann, 1816) is a short story written in German by E. T. A. Hoffmann. It was the first in an 1817 book of stories titled Die Nachtstücke (The Night Pieces). The story is told by a narrator who claims to have known Lothar. It begins by quoting three letters...

A young boy is in love with the game of golf, but he doesn't understand why. He has a natural talent and an enviable swing, but playing the game well is not enough. When Jimmy, the homeless man who spends his days cheering on golfers from his usual sitting spot, goes missing, the young boy becomes curious. His quest uncovers Jimmy's mysterious link to the Old Course in St. Andrews, Scotland, and reveals a life in golf that not only fascinates but sends the boy on a personal journey to discover the magic of an ancient game and its deeper meaning for a young man.

Jane is missing. Taken by a serial killed known only as the Sandman, Tempest and friends must unravel the clues to find her before night falls. Why so soon? Because that is when he kills his victims, bringing them dreams as he sings them to sleep, just like in the song. The police won’t even acknowledge the serial killer exists which leaves them on their own, sifting through Jane’s notes and piecing together fractured clues and half-baked theories in a desperate scramble to find the man at the core of this mystery. However, the Sandman wants to be found.

Barbara Gowdy's outrageous, hilarious, disturbing, and compassionate novel is about the Canary family, their immoderate passions and eccentricities, and their secret lives and histories. The deepest secret of all is harbored in the silence of the youngest daughter, Joan, who doesn't grow, who doesn't speak, but who can play the piano like Mozart though she's never had a lesson.

El misterioso cuento "El hombre de arena" de E.T.A. Hoffmann nos sumerge en la vida de Nathanael, un joven atormentado por oscuros recuerdos de su infancia y la figura enigmática del hombre de arena, asociada con desapariciones y tragedias. A medida que la historia se desenvuelve, las fronteras entre la realidad y el delirio se vuelven borrosas. Hoffmann construye un relato psicológico perturbador, donde el amor, la obsesión y el horror se entrelazan, desafiando la percepción del lector y dejándolo en un estado de inquietud y reflexión.

Wenn wir in den Spiegel blicken, sehen wir nur die Oberfläche, doch erst hinter Rissen erkennen wir das ganze Bild. Acht Scherben brechen das Licht, um die Abgründe und Brücken zu beleuchten, die das Leben beschreitet. Scharfkantig zerschneiden sie Verbindungen und setzen sich zu neuen Mosaiken zusammen. Begib dich mit acht Autor*innen auf eine Reise in die Un/Menschlichkeit. Aber sei gewarnt. Nicht alles, was menschlich ist, ist leicht zu ertragen. Denn immer, wenn du glaubst zu verstehen, bildet sich ein neuer Riss...

God forgives when we ask sincerely. Men, not so much. Self, even less. And the Dead....never. Pastor Mike loves his family, and loves his flock. Life is good, but to get there he had to traverse a trail of blood. The faces that haunt his nightmares are no longer just specters, and a long thought dead enemy is about to unleash a very real hell.

This short story is not a history. It is not a precise representation of facts, places, dates or large scale events. It is merely the story of the First World War through the eyes of an innocent 19-year-old Canadian boy from the prairies of Alberta. He and the youthful soldiers with him had no concept of the scale of what they were involved in, no clue as to what lay in the heads of the generals and politicians that sent the orders down. He didn't read the newspapers, didn't philosophize on the meaning of it all.