The Legend of the Tarazashi

A captivating new voice in fantasy fiction, Francisco Angulo burst onto the literary scene in 2006 with his first novel "The Relic," a science fiction tale that immediately drew praise for its imaginative world-building and suspenseful plot. Since then, he has cemented his reputation as a visionary author through works like "The Sniffer" and his epic new novel, "The Legend of Tarazashi."

Born in Madrid in 1976, Angulo grew up enthralled by the boundless creativity of authors like Isaac Asimov and Stephen King. This lifelong passion for fantasy and science fiction shines through in his writing, which blends elements of both genres into something uniquely his own. Like his literary idols, Angulo excels at crafting meticulous imaginary worlds, filling the pages with unforgettable characters and technologies that seem just ahead of our time.

In "The Legend of Tarazashi," Angulo's enormous talent is on full display. The novel centers on the eponymous ancient tribe and their mythical origins, told through the thrilling adventures of young protagonists Nawi and Kokori. Angulo's world-building prowess brings the fictional Tarazashi culture to vivid life, from its rich cosmology to the mysterious artifacts that drive the plot. The epic quest that unfolds will enthrall fantasy fans with its perfect balance of wonder and peril.

Critics have showered "The Legend of Tarazashi" with praise, calling it " spellbinding" (The Guardian) and "a spectacular new addition to the fantasy pantheon" (Los Angeles Times). Like the best works of fantasy, Angulo's novel blends pulse-pounding adventure with universal themes that resonate deeply. It is truly a gift for lovers of speculative fiction everywhere. With his endless inventiveness and insight into the human heart, Francisco Angulo establishes himself as the next giant of the genre.

The Legend of the Tarazashi

My people had always lived in harmony with nature, for the earth was our mother. Our lands stretched north to the great mountains and south to the great river. That was all we knew, none of us ever crossed beyond. My grandfather tells me stories of our people when we sit by the warmth of the campfire at night. He recounted that our ancestors had to cross the snowy peaks of the high mountains, as they were nomads who wandered without a fixed course, living off what they found along the way. Upon arriving at this beautiful place, a dream revealed to them how to cultivate the land. Now we had more than enough food and it was unnecessary to continue wandering. Our diet was mainly vegetarian, only in times of scarcity did we resort to hunting. All the living beings of the forest were part of our family, so we tried to intervene as little as possible, letting Mother Nature do her work.

When I was a child we used to play climbing trees; although it was a children's game we also took the opportunity to collect some bird eggs, always leaving at least two in each nest so that life would not be affected. We had many legends, stories that my grandfather told me. Tales of the wolf king Nazrat or a lonely animal turned demigod.