I Saw Myself Killing You

About this book

In the ancient "Cloud Ends" mountains, where silence is born from the clash of stone, and where Iyar learns that loneliness is a safer refuge than love, a story unlike any other begins. Iyar was born a child surrounded by the warmth of old houses and the wisdom of her family, fortified by her mother's words, who saw in her eyes a great world she would love despite everything. But the warmth of houses does not always withstand the frost of fate: on a stormy night, life is stolen from her, and she finds herself carved by the pain of loss and the depth of questions that found no answer, learning that a betrayed heart does not always break — it transforms. Years of isolation teach her that strength is not in never falling but in how you rise alone. And as she tries to repair the fragments of her past, a stranger laden with secrets knocks at her door, carrying a name Iyar found by chance in an old box behind her grandmother's wall: "Selimon." A mysterious man whose eyes are a broken mirror reflecting an un-narrated shared history, who came searching for his roots and found a heart guarding the other half of the story. A novel about love that inherits blood instead of regret, and about two wounded people discovering that some shared histories can only be completed with a knife at the throat or a hand in the hand.