Meet the Basque authors Xabier and Martin Etxeberria: 2 writers, 26 books, 213,450 sentences, 27% of which are quite good
When he was little he wanted to be big , and now he wants to be a child again. He makes up stories to help him on that trip back.
Although he was warned that poetry is poison, he long ago drank a whole cup. Since then he is going around, underneath all the brambles and above all clouds.
It all started in 1999 when brothers Xabi and Martin tried to write a children’s story together. Their story, “Airean ere negu usaina nabari da” (1999, Erein), ended up winning the Lizardi Prize.
Since then, as a creative tandem, they have written several works in children’s literature, in adult fiction, and most recently in the world of comics.
Both Martin and Xabier have each published their own works as well.
The days of Novgorod’s greatness are coming to the end. Batu Khan’s Golden Horde sharpens its weapons pending the final blow. From the west, the Teutonic Knights continue their unstoppable advance, burning cities one by one. Most of the people fled desperately to the mountains: Prince Alexander Nevsky is exiled, the Bogatyr knights that remain are too few, and the old gods, rejected, seem to have hidden in the depths of the forests forever. Only Maansi, a young man from a nomadic tribe in the tundra, walks to his death, accompanied by his dog. A land that will be conquered, real heroes who will become legendary, a young man who is looking for a magical island …
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Mom. The heart and the voice of the kitchen. Mom is always in a hurry, she always has something to do.
All the catastrophes that are really big usually start with an element that appears to be irrelevant. The Antarctic block that has survived for centuries will begin to melt down drop by drop. A crumpled heap burns hectares of oak in a natural reserve. In my case, it all started at Carlos's wedding.
He watched him trying to reach the door, crawling. It takes more courage to live than to die, he thought.
Although the great writer said so, fear has not made us better. Bluer and darker perhaps, but not better.