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The Cat That Wove Spells With Sugar Threads Stolen From the New Moon and Other Impossible Tales
Quantum Cats For Cat Lovers... And For The Houdinis Of Life
Lorena Tercon Arbiza(0)
About
More than a book, it's a portal to the impossible.
The cat who wove spells with threads of sugar stolen from the new moon and other impossible tales is not just a collection of tales: it's a music box on legs, a map of universes where cats are witches, quantum castaways, and accomplices of your most intimate secrets. In this book, I indulged myself by not writing: I wove realities with words that smell like basil in the rain and sugar stolen from dreams.
Each story is a spell. In one, a cat purrs sapphires that are doors to forgotten seas; in another, a feline forks your life into two tails; there's one that lives among mirrors and another that is just an echo of light. Reading it is feeling a whisker's brush against your soul, as if the book were watching you from the shelf, waiting for you to realize that you could be the cat.
If you have ever felt a purr at the nape of your neck when no one was there, if you found paw prints in a book you swore you hadn't read, this text has already chosen you. Because quantum cats don't have readers: they have accomplices.
The cat who wove spells with threads of sugar stolen from the new moon and other impossible tales is not just a collection of tales: it's a music box on legs, a map of universes where cats are witches, quantum castaways, and accomplices of your most intimate secrets. In this book, I indulged myself by not writing: I wove realities with words that smell like basil in the rain and sugar stolen from dreams.
Each story is a spell. In one, a cat purrs sapphires that are doors to forgotten seas; in another, a feline forks your life into two tails; there's one that lives among mirrors and another that is just an echo of light. Reading it is feeling a whisker's brush against your soul, as if the book were watching you from the shelf, waiting for you to realize that you could be the cat.
If you have ever felt a purr at the nape of your neck when no one was there, if you found paw prints in a book you swore you hadn't read, this text has already chosen you. Because quantum cats don't have readers: they have accomplices.