Corre 1975 y dos jóvenes integrantes de distintas organizaciones armadas mantienen su amistad de toda la vida reuniéndose como pueden, en los intersticios que les permiten sus actividades revolucionarias. Nosotros dos en la tormenta cuenta el día a día de dos militantes, de dos células, de sus acciones violentas y de aquellos que se ven afectados por estas: las víctimas y sus familias, pero también los seres queridos de los propios guerrilleros.

Los cuentos de Eduardo Sacheri se dieron a conocer a través de la radio y enseguida conquistaron a la audiencia con su extraordinaria pintura de sucesos cotidianos que emocionan y entretienen. Ya en forma de libro, encontraron una acogida multiplicada entre los numerosos lectores que tuvieron así el placer de leer y releer estas historias notables.

La vida de Lucas, cercado por su tendencia a la introversión y hundido en la pasividad, cambia abruptamente cuando llama a su puerta Sofía, una chica de catorce años que acaba de perder a su madre y que es la hija que, sin saberlo, ha engendrado con una mujer de la que se enamoró en su juventud y nunca volvió a ver.

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Treinta años atrás, cuando Benjamín Chaparro era prosecretario en un juzgado de instrucción, llegó a su oficina la causa de un homicidio que no pudo olvidar. Ahora, ya jubilado, repasa buena parte de su vida, las instancias de ese caso y sus insospechadas derivaciones, y la historia de un amor secreto que lo mantiene acorralado entre la pasión y el silencio.

Two little girls stand with their heads bowed in my living room. I’m told they’re my granddaughters. Daisy is nine, and Alice seven. Daisy is the spitting image of her mother. This is the first time I’ve met them since my daughter and I fell out after she married that waste of space, Vince. They’ve come to live with me because their mother — my daughter — was murdered. In her own home while they slept close by. I think Vince killed her. But the police can’t prove it. I’ve always known he was no good. He treated my daughter like dirt. I said he’d cheat on her — but she wouldn’t listen.

Who is Audrey Hoedemaker? It's a question her sister Maureen has heard more times than she can count, and she doesn't know what the short answer would be. Little sister, troubled teen, backpacker, musical theatre coach, con artist, childcare worker. Murderer. A tragic, traumatic childhood casts a long shadow on the Hoedemaker sisters. Maureen has worked hard to move beyond the violence of the past and build a good, honest life for herself. Audrey, however, just can't seem to do the same, careening from one state of chaos to another.

Lucas knows the perfect night entails just three things: video games, wine, and pad thai. Peanuts are a must! Other people? Not so much. Why complicate things when he’s happy alone? Then one day the apartment board, a vexing trio of authority, rings his doorbell. And Lucas’s solitude takes a startling hike. They demand to see his frying pan. Someone left one next to the recycling room overnight, and instead of removing the errant object, as Lucas suggests, they insist on finding the guilty party. But their plan backfires. Colossally.

It’s 1984, and life has changed beyond recognition. Airstrip One, formerly known as Great Britain, is a place where Big Brother is always watching, and nobody can hide. Except, perhaps, for Winston Smith. Whilst working at the Ministry of Truth, rewriting history, he secretly dreams of freedom. And in a world where love and sex are forbidden, where it’s hard to distinguish between friend and foe, he meets Julia and O’Brien and vows to rebel.

The 13 chapters of The Art of War, each devoted to one aspect of warfare, were compiled by the high-ranking Chinese military general, strategist, and philosopher Sun-Tzu. In spite of its battlefield specificity, The Art of War has found new life in the modern age, with leaders in fields as wide and far-reaching as world politics, human psychology, and corporate strategy finding valuable insight in its timeworn words.