She realized then that the stories were true. The moon wasn’t looking at the village; it was looking for its missing pieces. And Clara, with her family’s blood and the secrets buried in the attic, was the largest piece of all.
She looked toward the window. The black silk she had pinned over the glass was beginning to fray at the edges, as if being dissolved by an invisible acid. Through the thinning fabric, the moon appeared impossibly large, its surface swirling like liquid mercury. ALMA DE LUNA_ Una inquietante historia; Una Nov...
The title (Moon Soul) suggests a blend of gothic suspense and ethereal mystery. ALMA DE LUNA: Una Inquietante Historia She realized then that the stories were true