‘That’s why I didn’t feel sorry for my son, and I didn’t give much thought to who shot him, even though he kept shouting, It was him! Who’s him? It was him, it was him. That smell of death, and it was him, and three men weren’t enough to kill the witch.‘

(⋮) DEAD LANDS by Núria Bendicho, beautifully translated from Catalan by Maruxa Relaño & Marta Tennent.

#womenintranslation #3timesrebel #DeadLands #NúriaBendicho #patriarchy #indiepublishing

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https://www.3timesrebel.com/pages/dead-lands

‘That’s why I didn’t feel sorry for my son, and I didn’t give much thought to who shot him, even though he kept shouting, It was him! Who’s him? It was him, it was him. That smell of death, and it was him, and three men weren’t enough to kill the witch.‘

(⋮) DEAD LANDS by Núria Bendicho, beautifully translated from Catalan by Maruxa Relaño & Marta Tennent.

#womenintranslation #3timesrebel #DeadLands #NúriaBendicho #patriarchy #indiepublishing

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https://www.3timesrebel.com/pages/dead-lands