As the war nears San Silvestre, a small town in the north of Spain, the parochial church priest announces the army's plan for conscription in town. Herminia had lost three sons previously in the wars and pledges to protect her last son, Jesus. She plans to do so by kidnapping an innocent girl from another town called Maria and subsequently forcing her to marry Jesus. Already pregnant in secret, Maria has no idea why she is being kidnapped or tricked into a fake marriage.

This book tells You one of the stories from the now-occupied city of Mariupol. Inside are memories of the events, lots of different thoughts. It was our decision, to stay at home, and the experiences we have had were nothing other than the consequences to that very choice. I wish it would not hurt so much. My burning memory.

Treason on burning grounds. A burning world created monsters. Monsters in form of weathers. Once they come out, they control their weather and the world around them, killing innocents without a single thought, but even those demons have a weakness. Once found, there should be no problem in stopping them or so you might think.

This book contains some poems, thoughts and musings from my mind. Although I never considered myself a poet- its always poems that I find refuge in when the world seems to trouble me. So here are some unfiltered thoughts that rhyme and some that don't for you to read and reflect on.

It is going to be a rollercoaster it is either high or low no inbetween just words all over the place

A crazed scientist with creations that should not be possible for mankind. What if the church starts to question her power and methods? Now this mad-woman has to team up with a devil to safe her reputation and the lives of herself and those dear to her tar-bitter heart. = "Those monsters should be dead." "But they are my children. I love them with the little bit I have left of my heart." = "There is no difference between you and the church. You are more similar than youd like to admit." "I am nothing like those brainless followers." "How so?" "I follow facts. Not myths and stories made up by power-hungry men." "Arent most scientists power-hungry men?" "They have facts. No scientist tells you something without a reason." = "God gave his kin the power you abuse!" "Then why would he give it to me?" = A mad scientist A curious witch A deadly demon

There are no new places you'll find, you'll catch no other tide. This city will always follow you. The streets you tread will be the same, it's in these same houses your head will turn grey, in the same neighbourhoods that you'll age. Always you'll end up in this city. Don't, hope to turn the page to an Elsewhere for which there's no ship for you, no road shows clear. Just as you destroyed your life back here in this tiny retreat, so you ruined it worldwide. The City, Constantine Cavafy, 1894.