“The only thing I can recall is that it rained all day and all night, and that when I asked my father whether heaven was crying, he couldn't bring himself to reply. Six years later my mother's absence remained in… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
“How old is the lad?' inquired Barceló, inspecting me out of the corner of his eye. 'Almost eleven,' I announced. Barceló flashed a sly smile. 'In other words, ten. Don't add on any years, you rascal. Life will see to… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
