There is a town that does not appear on any map.
Luna is a restorer of broken things. She arrives in Vela - a coastal town that finds certain people rather than the other way around - carrying a commission letter and the eleven-year habit of moving before she can be left. She is here to restore a fresco in a chapel no one owns.
Marco has been in Vela for three years. He came for a week and never left.
He runs a small shop that sells things the sea has sent him - objects with histories he cannot name but understands. He has learned, at some cost, that stillness is possible. He carries a compass that does not point north.
When Luna walks into his shop looking for a brush, Marco has one - which he has never sold, which he did not know he was saving.
The Distance Between Stars is a novel about the gap between any two people who matter to each other - the honest, necessary, real distance - and the daily decision to cross it.
It is about what we find when we stop moving. What is underneath the damage. What the gold looks like in the cracks.
For readers of Paulo Coelho, Kahlil Gibran, and Jojo Moyes. For anyone who has been walking toward something for a long time and is, finally, almost there.
There is a town that does not appear on any map.
Luna is a restorer of broken things. She arrives in Vela - a coastal town that finds certain people rather than the other way around - carrying a commission letter and the eleven-year habit of moving before she can be left. She is here to restore a fresco in a chapel no one owns.
Marco has been in Vela for three years. He came for a week and never left.
He runs a small shop that sells things the sea has sent him - objects with histories he cannot name but understands. He has learned, at some cost, that stillness is possible. He carries a compass that does not point north.
When Luna walks into his shop looking for a brush, Marco has one - which he has never sold, which he did not know he was saving.
The Distance Between Stars is a novel about the gap between any two people who matter to each other - the honest, necessary, real distance - and the daily decision to cross it.
It is about what we find when we stop moving. What is underneath the damage. What the gold looks like in the cracks.
For readers of Paulo Coelho, Kahlil Gibran, and Jojo Moyes. For anyone who has been walking toward something for a long time and is, finally, almost there.