
Flüssige Zeit.
Avina lives among the last domes of a disintegrating world. She hears what others cannot — a quiet voice beneath the sand, a resonance that leads her out past the sheltering walls. A novel about motherhood beyond love, about connection beyond body and origin — and about the secret creative power of grief.
“And so it begins, mother.”The novel opens on that line. It closes on the same one.

