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Susana Rodríguez Lezaun returns as her expected new novel from the series starring Marcela Pieldelobo.

Inspector Pieldelobo is still in the spotlight of her superiors at the Pamplona police station following irregularities in the resolution of a case of triple murder involving a powerful Opus Dei family.

A National Police operative against drug trafficking as infiltrating agents complicates when the young Elur Amézaga appears murdered in Bera, a small town in Navarre very close to France. Elur is a confidant of the police and bride of a prominent local Abertzale leader, and everything points to the fact that the culprit of his death is Inspector Fernando Ribas, Marcela’s friend (as well as Marcela’s mistress and mentor when she entered the Corps more than ten years ago), but Marcela resists believing that Ribas, despite all his defects, was also a corrupt policeman.

Prompted to clarify what happened, inspector Pieldelobo ignores both anonymous blackmail and the indications of police forces, who insist on resolving this case as soon as possible, and the threats of the abertzale environment, which does not want verse involved in a drug-related case. Once again, she will follow her instinct and launch a dangerous time trial that will endanger her life in the mushroom lands between France and Navarre.

Rumours have it that Son Banya, the village where the drug is sold on the island of Mallorca, the Roma who run the clan have a painting that is worth a mortar. A bunch of collectors think if they steal it they’ll solve their pasta problems.

What the poor poor don’t know is that getting into a drug supermarket is dangerous when you play quinquis. Will they have the fate of the unconscious?

Years later, life seemingly quiet in the summer months of the Majorcan press is disturbed by the appearance of several corpses on the island infested with tourists. The day-to-day chronicle in one of Majorca’s newspapers will show this escalation of violence and the interests behind it.

He took four steps and saw her. A girl. Eighteen or nineteen years, at most. Thin and with the hair turned and long to the chest. Almond eyes, fleshy lips, very marked cheekbones and straight nose and much finer than most black ones he had seen. Beautifulness… With all the panic that shook his face. The butchery began just below the sternum.Matinada, Zona Franca of Barcelona. On the radio of Lluís Artigas’ patrol car there is a 10-50 sound: Someone has picked it up. The victim turns out to be a brutally murdered Nigerian girl following what turns out to be a voodoo ritual. Artigas, a burned agent suspected of being corrupt, will undertake an unexpected search for those responsible for this crime. On the night of Damballah, a magically written novel, with the narrative pulse of the classics of the genre, with the ironic tone and harsh, cynical sometimes, incisive always of the best narrators of the black novel, more in the street, Jordi Solé shows us a skimmed and fatty Barcelona for which they pulsate characters in which we do not always reparate, headed by a policeman, Lluís Artigas, called to become a mythical antihero, and confirms us as one of the most excellent voices in our narrative landscape.

Francesc has just left prison, pardoned after being convicted of a sexual scandal, and tells his own story: everything that took him to that nightclub toilet, where he was found dressed as a woman having sex with another boy.

These are the memories of childhood, adolescence and youth of a sensitive and loving child condemned to grow up in the oppressive environment of a village in the 1980s and 1990s, and how he was able to overcome the pain and celebrate life thanks to his friendship with two fantastic women, books and his capacity for innate resilience.

What do Europeans dream of when they are awake? Idealism in the old continent? The dreamers of this novel believe yes, and attempt to carry out their chimeras with varying degrees of catastrophe. In these adventures, the great themes of the human soul: success, love, communication, eternity… Miralles humorously and tenderly describes the dreams of those who dare to dream while awake.