Post by account_disabled on Dec 25, 2023 4:02:14 GMT
Tell me who you are, MarloweNew purchases and new book arrivals. Passionate about Riccardo Coltri's stories and style, I started looking for his first novel, Non c'è mondo , which seems to be no longer available. The author himself says it in an interview. In fact, it isn't available on the various online book sales sites, nor on Ebay. But by searching directly on Google I landed on the website of the Bonocore publishing house, which published it. There he seemed available. To be sure, I send an email and they reply yes, that all their books are available. The publishing house's website is crude, artisanal at best, but the purchase of Coltri's book turns out to be easier and more immediate than that made on the Fanucci website.
In just a few days the book arrives, which I pay for with the payment slip. In the meantime I received a nice gift from Frank Spada, an autographed copy with dedication of his Tell Me Who You Are, Marlowe . I don't know who Marlowe is, but that novel, and the previous one, had attracted me for some time. I'll read it soon. I was then infected - too - by the fever of worms, the ones that conquer you. So I ordered a copy of The Conquering Worms by Brian Keene, to which I added Melodia by Daniele Bonfanti. Four Special Data particular novels, I must say. To be read soon. Another woman had been hers, stolen from her legitimate husband, who had been left waiting helplessly. Smiling, she dressed and went out.The man had worked all day to please his lord, who “had the power of life and death” in the village. He would have married that evening, with little celebration, but, according to the law, he could not have consummated that union first, because that right belonged to his master.
The man was aware of it. It was for that reason that he had gone to the cemetery, to dig up the woman who had died of syphilis that morning. Several hours later everything was ready and the man stood aside with his head bowed, reluctantly accepting the law of his time. The woman, crying, had entered the house to prepare to give her youth to her lord. The woman's father had asked the feudal lord to accept her daughter's wishes and take her in the dark, such was the young woman's shyness. And he had accepted her request, already enjoying that fresh and immaculate body. When she entered the bedroom, completely shrouded in darkness, she smelled the scent of freshly picked flowers and other fragrances that she couldn't recognize. She glimpsed the woman's form, motionless under her sheets. He caressed her face, which seemed strangely cold to him. He then tore off her dress, took off his trousers and penetrated her forcefully.
In just a few days the book arrives, which I pay for with the payment slip. In the meantime I received a nice gift from Frank Spada, an autographed copy with dedication of his Tell Me Who You Are, Marlowe . I don't know who Marlowe is, but that novel, and the previous one, had attracted me for some time. I'll read it soon. I was then infected - too - by the fever of worms, the ones that conquer you. So I ordered a copy of The Conquering Worms by Brian Keene, to which I added Melodia by Daniele Bonfanti. Four Special Data particular novels, I must say. To be read soon. Another woman had been hers, stolen from her legitimate husband, who had been left waiting helplessly. Smiling, she dressed and went out.The man had worked all day to please his lord, who “had the power of life and death” in the village. He would have married that evening, with little celebration, but, according to the law, he could not have consummated that union first, because that right belonged to his master.
The man was aware of it. It was for that reason that he had gone to the cemetery, to dig up the woman who had died of syphilis that morning. Several hours later everything was ready and the man stood aside with his head bowed, reluctantly accepting the law of his time. The woman, crying, had entered the house to prepare to give her youth to her lord. The woman's father had asked the feudal lord to accept her daughter's wishes and take her in the dark, such was the young woman's shyness. And he had accepted her request, already enjoying that fresh and immaculate body. When she entered the bedroom, completely shrouded in darkness, she smelled the scent of freshly picked flowers and other fragrances that she couldn't recognize. She glimpsed the woman's form, motionless under her sheets. He caressed her face, which seemed strangely cold to him. He then tore off her dress, took off his trousers and penetrated her forcefully.