My third novel is on its way. I suddenly realised it last night when I saw it added to the Amazon site, with its very own page. I’ve worked on this novel since 2015, lived with its characters for nearly two years now, but it was yesterday when, in a sense, it first proved its existence to the world. It’s nothing more than a landing page—there’s not even a cover or a blurb on it yet—but it does reveal the title. Yesterday, only editor, translator and I knew about it. Today it’s official and public: DESERT FLOWERS is my upcoming new novel. Hard as rock and sand, tender as a cactus bloom. Mysterious as an animal skull reflecting the desert moonlight.
I can’t wait for my readers to meet the family that lives in that desert. In a house full of love and secrets. As you approach, you may hear laughter and screams. Anyone who enjoyed or suffered with what happened in the basement of The Light of the Fireflies—and every time I read the thousands of reviews on Amazon and Goodreads I rejoice at how many of you did—should be prepared to be shocked and moved again. But in a completely different way. No fireflies, darkness or confined spaces this time. Instead, the vast landscape of an immense desert strangely filled with all kinds of flowers.
I’ll be sharing more information on the novel as the AmazonCrossing release date approaches, but I felt the need today to introduce the book in a respectable and formal way. Readers, this is Desert Flowers. Desert Flowers, these are your future readers.