
The internationally acclaimed New York Times bestselling author Carlos Ruiz Zafon takes us into a dark, gothic Barcelona and creates a rich, labyrinthine tale of love, literature, passion, and revenge in which the heroes of The Shadow of the Wind and The Angel's Game must contend with a nemesis that threatens to destroy them.
Barcelona, 1957. It is Christmas, and Daniel Sempere and his wife, Bea, have much to celebrate. They have a beautiful new baby son named Julian, and their close friend Fermin Romero de Torres is about to be wed. But their joy is eclipsed when a mysterious stranger visits the Sempere bookshop and threatens to divulge a terrible secret that has been buried for two decades in the city's dark past. His appearance plunges Fermin and Daniel into a dangerous adventure that will take them back to the 1940s and the early days of Franco's dictatorship. The terrifying events of that time launch them on a search for the truth that will put into peril everything they love and ultimately transform their lives.
Full of intrigue and emotion, The Prisoner of Heaven is a majestic novel in which the threads of The Shadow of the Wind and The Angel's Game converge under the spell of literature and bring us toward the enigma hidden at the heart of the Cemetery of Forgotten Books, a collection of lost treasures known only to its few initiates, and the very core of Carlos Ruiz Zafon's enchanting fictional world.
Mi afición a los dragones viene de largo. Barcelona es ciudad de dragones, que adornan o vigilan muchas de sus fachadas, y me temo que yo soy uno de ellos. Quizás por eso, por solidaridad con el pequeño monstruo, hace ya muchos años que los colecciono y les ofrezco refugio en mi casa, dragonera al uso. Al día de hoy ya son más de 400 criaturas dragonas las que hacen mi censo, que aumenta cada mes. Además de haber nacido en el año, por supuesto, del dragón, mis vínculos con estas bestias verdes que respiran fuego son numerosos. Somos criaturas nocturnas, aficionadas a las tinieblas, no particularmente sociables, poco amigas de hidalgos y caballeros andantes y difíciles de conocer. ([source][1]) [1]: http://www.carlosruizzafon.com/es/carlos-ruiz-zafon.php

The internationally acclaimed New York Times bestselling author Carlos Ruiz Zafon takes us into a dark, gothic Barcelona and creates a rich, labyrinthine tale of love, literature, passion, and revenge in which the heroes of The Shadow of the Wind and The Angel's Game must contend with a nemesis that threatens to destroy them.
Barcelona, 1957. It is Christmas, and Daniel Sempere and his wife, Bea, have much to celebrate. They have a beautiful new baby son named Julian, and their close friend Fermin Romero de Torres is about to be wed. But their joy is eclipsed when a mysterious stranger visits the Sempere bookshop and threatens to divulge a terrible secret that has been buried for two decades in the city's dark past. His appearance plunges Fermin and Daniel into a dangerous adventure that will take them back to the 1940s and the early days of Franco's dictatorship. The terrifying events of that time launch them on a search for the truth that will put into peril everything they love and ultimately transform their lives.
Full of intrigue and emotion, The Prisoner of Heaven is a majestic novel in which the threads of The Shadow of the Wind and The Angel's Game converge under the spell of literature and bring us toward the enigma hidden at the heart of the Cemetery of Forgotten Books, a collection of lost treasures known only to its few initiates, and the very core of Carlos Ruiz Zafon's enchanting fictional world.
Mi afición a los dragones viene de largo. Barcelona es ciudad de dragones, que adornan o vigilan muchas de sus fachadas, y me temo que yo soy uno de ellos. Quizás por eso, por solidaridad con el pequeño monstruo, hace ya muchos años que los colecciono y les ofrezco refugio en mi casa, dragonera al uso. Al día de hoy ya son más de 400 criaturas dragonas las que hacen mi censo, que aumenta cada mes. Además de haber nacido en el año, por supuesto, del dragón, mis vínculos con estas bestias verdes que respiran fuego son numerosos. Somos criaturas nocturnas, aficionadas a las tinieblas, no particularmente sociables, poco amigas de hidalgos y caballeros andantes y difíciles de conocer. ([source][1]) [1]: http://www.carlosruizzafon.com/es/carlos-ruiz-zafon.php