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The Art of the Impossible: "Not one life to save a thousand. Not a thousand lives to save a single one. Life cannot be measured. Life is unique"

The Art of the Impossible: "Not one life to save a thousand. Not a thousand lives to save a single one. Life cannot be measured. Life is unique"

Paperback

Historical Fiction

ISBN13: 9798186416005
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: Jul 8 2026
Pages: 328
Weight: 0.97
Height: 0.69 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English

Island of Cos, Aegean Sea. The year 432 before our era.

Cos rose from the Aegean like an elongated, green and gleaming blade, stretched out before the coast of Asia Minor. It was neither large nor small: just enough to hold gentle hills, fertile plains, and a handful of towns that lived open to the sea. From afar, sailors recognised it by its narrow silhouette and by the white line of its beaches, which shone beneath the sun as though the island were made of light. Inland, the landscape was a mosaic of cultivated fields, vineyards, and orchards climbing the slopes. The hills were not abrupt but rounded, covered with pines, fig trees, and olives that seemed to whisper with every breeze. In spring, the whole island filled with the scent of herbs: thyme, sage, oregano. The air carried a clean, almost medicinal fragrance, as if the earth itself wished to heal those who lived upon it. Along the coast, spread long, pale beaches, some of fine sand, others of pebbles polished by centuries of tides. The sea was a blue mirror that changed its mood with the wind: at times soft as a murmur, at others restless and foaming. Fishermen said that the Aegean had a memory, and that around Cos that memory was benevolent.

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