The Story of the Orb is my first novel. A work of impassioned fiction filled with poetry, maybe the first of a peculiar saga with a true Lusitanian touch. An unexpected, thrilling narrative which dives sinuously in fantastic realism, a less-common genre, almost unprecedented in the universe of modern Portuguese authors.
10 Dec 2020 7 minute read 0 comments M. Jesus Victor
Suddenly, the rain stopped. They were getting ready to leave when the boy halted, turning towards the door behind them; he turned the knob, and entered. The Master followed him, silently observing the youth, who seemed absent. In front of them, the l...
17 Nov 2020 5 minute read 0 comments M. Jesus Victor
The wind hit them head-on like gentle hands that wanted to prevent them from moving forward, the fine sand delayed their walking, and the sunlight shining indifferently almost blinded them. The sea undulated slightly, and the timid breaking of the wa...
8 Nov 2020 6 minute read 2 comments M. Jesus Victor
… Vésper saw himself in the middle of the sea, hovering a scant few centimetres from the water. He looked around and there was nothing, only the empty horizon, and everything seemed at peace. In his heart, however, he felt the anxiety that, arising f...
2 Oct 2020 4 minute read 0 comments M. Jesus Victor
Gui stood up and picked up the lantern. Upon opening the door, he received the greatest scare; everyone turned around to see what it was about: right there at the entrance, illuminated by the light from the interior of the house, were the four men se...
12 Sep 2020 5 minute read 0 comments M. Jesus Victor
Already seated, they could appreciate the effort of the cook. Worthy of Epicurus, the table displayed a true banquet: on one large plate settled a steaming and well-seasoned almonjava⁽¹⁾; on a tray with bananas as a side dish were several grilled sli...
4 Sep 2020 6 minute read 0 comments M. Jesus Victor
The colours of the crepuscule were always different on the island, perhaps due to the sea or the South. Vésper had not missed one since arriving at that blessed beach. Since the old man died, he and Gui sometimes watched the sublime exhibition seated...
26 Aug 2020 5 minute read 0 comments M. Jesus Victor
Sara and her father Mentesúfis, with the help of the four men, brought the large wooden table to the beach, and laid it with the festive and well-washed down meal that had been prepared in the meantime throughout the morning, with the help of Gui. Vé...
16 Aug 2020 4 minute read 0 comments M. Jesus Victor
It was already dark when he reached home, the lights of the shipyard were turned off — which he found strange; at that hour they were usually still working. He saw from the window of the house Guilherme and Gui, who dined in the company of the four m...
5 Aug 2020 4 minute read 1 comment M. Jesus Victor
Vésper, whenever he could, would go to the home of Mentesúfis in the village and prowl around his library, devouring book after book, like a bee collecting pollen for its precious honey. Gui, the son of the old man, had begun courting Sara, daughter...
16 Jul 2020 5 minute read 0 comments M. Jesus Victor
The fishing village on the island of Nana had grown in a disorderly, piggybacked manner alongside the canal, as though standing on tiptoe to take a peek at the sea. At a certain point, the canal proceeds by itself with its two mighty piers like a pai...
