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The Short Stories of Tolmarher

8-book series

RuneThriller and Mystery

by Tolmarher Author

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About this series

Shortcuts of science fiction, terror, conspiracy, urban legends and gnosis, written to hit quickly and leave a profound mark. In these stories, the daily thing opens up as a wound: an impossible sign, a presence in the dark, a forgotten sect, a cursed town, a technology that should not exist or an old truth that makes man a prey. Short Stories is a collection to read without defence, ideal for those looking for disturbing, direct and addictive stories, where every page can hide a revelation, a threat or an end that remains in memory long after closing the book.

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8 books

Book 1

The giant of Kandahar

by Tolmarher

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In the wounded mountains of Afghanistan, where the war stopped distinguishing between faith, fear and superstition, an elite detachment followed a missing patrol. They're hoping to find insurgents, an ambush, perhaps they'll be stripped from another cursed day. What they find, however, is something older than empires, higher than a man and more terrible than any tale told by fire. Under the stone, blood and dust of an occupied country, awakes a memory that doesn't belong to the modern world. The enemy they face isn't just a creature but a truth buried from before the flood. And as that truth heapes its head among the risks, men with arms up to their teeth will understand that there are wars that aren't waged through territory but by the right to continue to believe that reality is a secure place.

Book 2

Welded

by Tolmarher

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The peninsula's down. His cities are praying in an established tongue, his bells have been moved and his old stones have been pounding and pounding as other banners have been about his towers. In the broken lands of Aragon, with its ruins and its dusts and its shrines, a man remains standing. One. A tired, dirty, half broken soldier clinging to his weapon as if his name was still burned with his homeland. He doesn't fight for victory anymore. He struggles for something smaller and more sacred: his memory of what he was, his dignity and his fervent refusal to surrender his soul before his body. In a world where everything looks lost, its resistance becomes a final border. And perhaps also a terrible question: what remains of a nation when only a man will survive and die for it.

Book 3

The hyperzo

by Tolmarher

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There are names that shouldn't be pronounced lightly. Thule. Vril. Hyperborea. Old words as an oath, dark as a crypt sealed under the ice. When a man enters into the study of these prohibited doctrines, it doesn't take time to discover that secret societies do not preserve symbols by whim but because some knowledge are weapons and some truths are pestilations of the spirit. as the veils fall, the official story pits and sees a remote lineage, a wisdom before the known world, a force capable of elevating or condemning whoever hears them. What starts as an intellectual search soon becomes a dangerous initiation, a descent into the heart of the hidden. And there, among old ruins, doctrines and shadows, the seeker will have to decide whether knowledge challenges me or devors.

Book 4

In transit

by Tolmarher

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There are roads that do not cross countries but realities. Unseen thresholds. Open necks between worlds. In those corridors where time folds and matter loses obedience, a traveller gets dragged into a contest far more widely than his own life. Each step moves them far from what they have been known and approaches them to forces whose name they can barely understand, old powers intertwined with a struggle that they get through ages, stars and dimensions. In transit it's not just a journey: it's the first shattering of a cosmic wound. A passing, revelation and vertigo account, where reality ceases to be a firm ground to become an abyss full of gates. Whoever crosses doesn't come back intact. And whoever looks at the secret fabric of the universe understands, far too late, that she was never really safe.

Book 5

Genocide through compassion

by Tolmarher

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When the ships came, they brought no fire. They didn't scrape cities. They did not turn the oceans into tombs or sky into ashes. They came with clear hands and impossible promise: they cured the sick and purified the earth and put an end to man's old miseries. Many called them saviors. Others, gods. Almost nobody's got the price right away. Because not all extermination needs hate. At times an absolute mercy, a cold piety, a goodness so perfect that there's no space for error, violence, liberty and soul. While mankind looks at the kind face of its own dissolution, a pitiful question arises: if we have to give up what we are to survive, does that future really have to be called?

Book 6

Last fall

by Tolmarher

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The town rises as a sick hive about a world that has already forgotten the sun. At its lower level, with steam, scrap and dying lights, the crowd survive with the weight of the towers, misery and machines that once promised redemption. Down there, where dirt has memory and fear lies hidden in the pipes, a scuba hunter performs an unworthy and necessary profession. But in the last few hours of his regular life, he will discover that true pestiles aren't always those that run through tunnels. They wear a uniform sometimes. They run sometimes. They sometimes hold the very order of the town. Then you have to choose between continuing to serve a rotten civilization or opening up a fatal crack. And as soon as the final descend begins, not only will a man fall: an entire town can fall.

Book 7

The town of the desert

by Tolmarher

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Amid an infinite sea of sand an old, proud and cursed town rises, where every wall keeps old prayer and every shade can hide the scuba of a divinity. There, under relentless supervision of the sun and the moon, men rule by believing themselves to be kings, but fully understanding that they are but pieces in a holy war waged from before the birth of their tightness. When a young prince inherits the crown, he also inherits invisible debts, broken oath and enemies that move both into the corridors of the palace and into the realms of the supernatural. Fenced by betrayal, the desire for power and the cruel will of the gods, you have to choose between obeying and breaking fate. And from that choice will be born a wound so profound that even the desert, patient keeper of all secrets, can clear his echo.

Book 8

The Ash Knights

by Tolmarher

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John has lost everything, even the certainty of who was before his ruin. He takes a journey about his old life that looks like sleep, punishment and revelation at once. At every step are creatures born from the torcified flesh of fear, visions in which lust interminates with guilt, and landscapes where desire has the same smell as ashes. Becked an wandering figure, half man and half penance, will advance into a dark centre from which you will be unable to leave free. He will have to face up to his own damage and his own bad. For some hell are not under the ground: they sleep in their souls, they wait in their memory and wear the face of what we most longing for. And as soon as his last veil finally falls, John will understand that his fear and his enemy have been walking with him from the beginning.