ISBN: 9798174080034 - the eternal market: every thousand years, the door opens. (5 risultati)

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. THE ETERNAL MARKETOnce every thousand years, a door opens where no door should be - and for one night, the ordinary rules of time forget to apply.Aizen doesn't mean to find it. He's thirty-four, recently alone, and walking nowhere in particular on a cold December evening when an alley behind an ironmonger's shop turns out to be longer than it has any right to be. At the end of it: lantern light, the smell of cardamom and hot metal, and a market that stretches farther than the street outside could ever contain.He is told two things, almost in passing, by an old woman selling clocks that have all stopped at different hours. First: nothing that happens here will cost him a single second of the life he's leaving behind. Second: the deeper he walks, the further back in time the stalls will take him - a thousand years with every step past the frontmost lanterns.He should turn around. He doesn't.What follows is a walk backward through everything: medieval traders and philosopher-prophets, bronze-armored kings and cities that existed before anyone thought to invent writing. He trades pieces of himself for knowledge - small, painless trades, he tells himself, nothing he'll miss - and a crystal shard he picks up early on begins to hum every time he does.Then the Market breaks its own rules.Seven thousand years back, where history insists he should find nothing but firelight and stone tools, Aizen instead finds towers of living crystal and a civilization more advanced than the one he left behind - a people who saw their own end coming and chose, deliberately, to become the myths that would outlive them. Past their ruins lies Pangaea: one vast supercontinent under two suns, where the gods of every religion he's ever half-believed in turn out to be exactly what's left of them, and one of those gods looks at him like an old friend waking up from a very long sleep.By the time the stalls run out entirely, Aizen is no longer sure which direction he's been walking in. Forward. Backward. Inward. He reaches a place with no walls, no vendors, no time at all - only a voice that sounds exactly like his own, telling him things he has no right to already know.Somewhere behind him, in a small stone house in a small unremarkable town, there is a cold cup of tea and a woman named Poppy he never got the chance to call.Somewhere ahead of him is an answer to a question he didn't know he'd been asking his whole life: what a person would have to give up, to build a world worth walking through - and what it might take to want to be small again, after finding out.A novel about memory, myth, and the terrible, necessary smallness of being a person. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

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Taschenbuch. Condizione: Neu. Neuware - THE ETERNAL MARKETOnce every thousand years, a door opens where no door should be - and for one night, the ordinary rules of time forget to apply.Aizen doesn't mean to find it. He's thirty-four, recently alone, and walking nowhere in particular on a cold December evening when an alley behind an ironmonger's shop turns out to be longer than it has any right to be. At the end of it: lantern light, the smell of cardamom and hot metal, and a market that stretches farther than the street outside could ever contain.He is told two things, almost in passing, by an old woman selling clocks that have all stopped at different hours. First: nothing that happens here will cost him a single second of the life he's leaving behind. Second: the deeper he walks, the further back in time the stalls will take him - a thousand years with every step past the frontmost lanterns.He should turn around. He doesn't.What follows is a walk backward through everything: medieval traders and philosopher-prophets, bronze-armored kings and cities that existed before anyone thought to invent writing. He trades pieces of himself for knowledge - small, painless trades, he tells himself, nothing he'll miss - and a crystal shard he picks up early on begins to hum every time he does.Then the Market breaks its own rules.Seven thousand years back, where history insists he should find nothing but firelight and stone tools, Aizen instead finds towers of living crystal and a civilization more advanced than the one he left behind - a people who saw their own end coming and chose, deliberately, to become the myths that would outlive them. Past their ruins lies Pangaea: one vast supercontinent under two suns, where the gods of every religion he's ever half-believed in turn out to be exactly what's left of them, and one of those gods looks at him like an old friend waking up from a very long sleep.By the time the stalls run out entirely, Aizen is no longer sure which direction he's been walking in. Forward. Backward. Inward. He reaches a place with no walls, no vendors, no time at all - only a voice that sounds exactly like his own, telling him things he has no right to already know.Somewhere behind him, in a small stone house in a small unremarkable town, there is a cold cup of tea and a woman named Poppy he never got the chance to call.Somewhere ahead of him is an answer to a question he didn't know he'd been asking his whole life: what a person would have to give up, to build a world worth walking through - and what it might take to want to be small again, after finding out.A novel about memory, myth, and the terrible, necessary smallness of being a person.…

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Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. THE ETERNAL MARKETOnce every thousand years, a door opens where no door should be - and for one night, the ordinary rules of time forget to apply.Aizen doesn't mean to find it. He's thirty-four, recently alone, and walking nowhere in particular on a cold December evening when an alley behind an ironmonger's shop turns out to be longer than it has any right to be. At the end of it: lantern light, the smell of cardamom and hot metal, and a market that stretches farther than the street outside could ever contain.He is told two things, almost in passing, by an old woman selling clocks that have all stopped at different hours. First: nothing that happens here will cost him a single second of the life he's leaving behind. Second: the deeper he walks, the further back in time the stalls will take him - a thousand years with every step past the frontmost lanterns.He should turn around. He doesn't.What follows is a walk backward through everything: medieval traders and philosopher-prophets, bronze-armored kings and cities that existed before anyone thought to invent writing. He trades pieces of himself for knowledge - small, painless trades, he tells himself, nothing he'll miss - and a crystal shard he picks up early on begins to hum every time he does.Then the Market breaks its own rules.Seven thousand years back, where history insists he should find nothing but firelight and stone tools, Aizen instead finds towers of living crystal and a civilization more advanced than the one he left behind - a people who saw their own end coming and chose, deliberately, to become the myths that would outlive them. Past their ruins lies Pangaea: one vast supercontinent under two suns, where the gods of every religion he's ever half-believed in turn out to be exactly what's left of them, and one of those gods looks at him like an old friend waking up from a very long sleep.By the time the stalls run out entirely, Aizen is no longer sure which direction he's been walking in. Forward. Backward. Inward. He reaches a place with no walls, no vendors, no time at all - only a voice that sounds exactly like his own, telling him things he has no right to already know.Somewhere behind him, in a small stone house in a small unremarkable town, there is a cold cup of tea and a woman named Poppy he never got the chance to call.Somewhere ahead of him is an answer to a question he didn't know he'd been asking his whole life: what a person would have to give up, to build a world worth walking through - and what it might take to want to be small again, after finding out.A novel about memory, myth, and the terrible, necessary smallness of being a person. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…