Novedades

Most people don’t even notice them—three tiny figures sitting at the end of a long pier in the corner of one of the most famous paintings in the world. Most people think it’s just a depiction of the sea. But Louisa, an artist herself, knows otherwise and she is determined to find out the story of these three enigmatic figures. Twenty-five years earlier, in a distant town, a group of teenagers find refuge from their difficult home lives by spending their days laughing and telling stories out on a pier.

Vienna, 1911. Gustav Klimt, the most famous painter in the Austrian Empire, the darling of Viennese society, spots a woman’s nude body in the Danube canal. He knows he should summon a policeman, but he can’t resist stopping to make a sketch first. And as he draws, the woman coughs. She’s alive! Back at his studio, Klimt and his model-turned-muse Wally tend to the erstwhile-drowned girl. She’s nearly feral and doesn’t remember who she is, or how she came to be floating in the canal. Klimt names her Judith, after one of his most famous paintings, and resolves to help her find her memory.

“The afternoon of September first, dishwater-gray and rainy, a man named Dale Figgo picked up a hitchhiker on Gus Grissom Boulevard in Tangelo Falls, Florida. The hitchhiker, who reminded Figgo of Danny DeVito, asked for a lift to the interstate. Figgo said he’d take him there after finishing an errand.” Thus begins Fever Beach, with an errand that leads—in pure Hiaasen-style—into the depths of Florida at its most Floridian: a sun-soaked bastion of right-wing extremism, white power, greed, and corruption.

Humor is healthy. Author & narrator Alfonso F.R. provides a vital tool for snapping millions out of hip-hop hypnosis, this audiobook. You’ve heard a disgusting hip-hop song today, haven’t you? The most pervasive poison in society is difficult to avoid. This “music" isn’t to empower, educate, or motivate you. It’s to hypnotize you into becoming a hedonistic derelict. Do you think it’s natural to listen to percussion instruments with a guy talking about drugs, violence, and depravity? The tribalistic war drums tap into your instincts to condition you into a life of idiocy. It isn’t music.

Damien is a washed-up exorcist who never believed in happy endings—until one of his cursed blog posts goes viral. Now he’s “The Loveorcist,” a foul-mouthed, whiskey-loving relationship guru for the haunted and heartbroken. Too bad his most persistent fan is a beautiful demon named Lilith…who might be falling for him.

Rick Black—a name as ordinary as the man behind it is extraordinary. For centuries, he has roamed the earth, guiding souls to their final rest. But eternity isn’t all scythes and sunsets. Even Death gets lonely. Enter the unlikeliest of scenarios: a modern dating reality show where “connections transcend the physical.” For Rick, it’s a chance to blend in, to feel human, and perhaps, to find the one who can see beyond his skeletal grin.

She left the big city police force to start life over as a private investigator in a small mountain town, where things prove to be a little too quiet...until she lands in jail next to a drunk hippie with a missing son and ends up tied to a tree in the forest.

A tech-humor cult mainstay for over 30 years, this wayback AcmeVaporware compilation is arguably the weirdest and funniest tech-parody snapshot-of-an-era ever written. Author Gary Clemenceau is a seer and mad hatter of the first order.

The Misconceived Conception of a Baby Named Jesus is an award winning religious satire; a fast-paced comedic re-imagining of the events surrounding the birth of Jesus with sensibilities similar to The Book of Mormon and Monty Python’s Life of Brian.

"The Secret History of Bloody Bill The Truth Finally Uncovered " isn't just a neo-western; it's a literary experience—a what-if dream that dares to defy history and logic in equal measure. It's violent, it's funny, it's outrageous, and above all, it's immensely entertaining. Warr proves that when it comes to storytelling, he's in a league of his own, playing by his own rules. So, sit back in your Lazy boy, pour yourself a glass of cold beer, and enjoy the ride. Just be aware that historical accuracy has taken a backseat, been tied up, and told to shut the hell up while Warr takes us on a ...

At sixty-three years old, million-dollar lottery winner PJ Halliday would be the luckiest man in Pondville, Massachusetts, if it weren’t for the tragedies of his life: the sudden death of his eldest daughter and the way his marriage fell apart after that. Since then, PJ spends both his money and his time at the bar, and he probably doesn’t have much time left—he’s had three heart attacks already. But when PJ reads the obituary of his old romantic rival, he realizes his high school sweetheart, Michelle Cobb, is finally single again.

In the early 1970s, Poe is living a nomadic life, hopping trains, sleeping rough, and juggling to feed himself. He eventually settles in Philadelphia and masters his street act before ever-growing crowds. When one of his fellow buskers presents him with an opportunity—a bank heist—he should have refused, an innocent bystander is killed, and he splits town a felon.

I'm willing to admit that I shouldn't read spicy scenes in public. But in my defense, the opportunity rarely rises elsewhere. As a single mom and farm owner, my time is stretched thinner than horse hair. Besides, I'd reached a pivotal peak in the story and couldn't put it down. That is, until someone bumps into me. My phone launches into the air like a base hit, but the device is caught before smashing into the ground. It comes as no surprise, considering the guy is a professional baseball star.

Cultivation is all fun and games. Until someone kills Merlin. Apparently, the only logical response to this fairly important change to Arthurian lore is for me to be reincarnated into Dark Age Cornwall. But don't worry, I have an absolute understanding of feudal power dynamics, Qi cycling, and anti-Saxon spell flinging. Oh, I also lie a lot. There's just the smallest chance that our timeline is doomed.

Welcome to Marigold Lake, where the scones are sweet, the secrets are buried deep, and the Boston Terrier has better instincts than the local police. Claire Fisher thought she was getting a fresh start when she took over her great-aunt’s quaint B&B—complete with vintage doilies, opinionated guests, and a snorting sidekick named Sadie. But when a mysterious guest arrives, an old map resurfaces, and a decades-old scandal threatens to ruin more than breakfast, Claire finds herself tangled in a mystery that might just be too big for a stack of muffins to fix. Add in her ex-husband’s new ...

Attending your best friend’s wedding should be a piece of (wedding) cake, but not for Eleanor Dash, bestselling author of the Vacation Mysteries series. Because murder seems to follow her every time she goes on vacation and is definitely her uninvited plus-one to the special occasion.

Denk an das schlimmste Date deines Lebens – und du bist noch nicht einmal nahe dran! Ein ebenso humorvoller wie lebenskluger Roman, eine grandiose Mischung aus Humor und existentiellen Fragen. The Walking Date ist keine normale Dating-Plattform: Hier können sich Menschen, die nicht mehr lange zu leben haben, noch ein letztes Mal verlieben. Deshalb hat sich auch Patient Raphael bei TWD angemeldet, und tatsächlich funkt es zwischen ihm und der ebenfalls erkrankten Nala. Doch am Tag ihres ersten Blind Dates geht es Raphael nicht gut.

Although Beans had fixed his cannon on class and edification long ago, he made the mistake of coming to Las Vegas with drunken, vulgar and, at times, physically abusive “friends” for a bachelor party. The community college dropout purported himself a genius and wanted to count cards and get rich so that he might gain some of the rightful respect he felt had eluded him since birth. Instead, Beans bankrupted himself, fell in love with a pious hooker and awoke next to her corpse. Now, her ex-boyfriend wants revenge, the police want to pin the crime on him and her pimp demands he commit a ...

When the Lord of Space-time walked into Dale's shop and offered him control of earth's space-time flow, Dale hit the panic button. Then, in a bid to get rid of the nut-case, signed the contract. After he did, Dale quickly discovered that being in control of time and space isn't as fun as it sounds. While trying to understand his powers, Dale is confronted with the realities of paradox-confusion, a suspicious government agent and prophetic warnings from his future self. Worse, the Mistress of Life and Death hates his guts, the Master of Good and Evil is one creepy dude and the Lord of Space-...

'People are gone, they're not coming back, but Emily and I are still here. Maybe that's enough.' Charlie is no longer alone, but his life isn't getting any easier. Now he has a woman to impress, inventions to invent and plenty of fires to run screaming from. With electricity and plumbing he blazes a trail of adventure and destruction, all the while getting shouted at by the only woman around. In the second month of post-apocalypse Charlie makes a water pump from a blender, rigs his own cinema that won't work for some reason and wonders why music shops sell CD's but not CD players. Between ...