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„The good news? You don’t have to be afraid of Judgment Day. You missed it, plain and simple. A done deal. It’s just that nobody remembers it. Nobody except Bosch.

The bad news? Well, that’s a long story…“

Part one of the first novel within the „Oranges“ universe (1_Or). A famous painter knows little of the ways of the world, nor does he care to learn them. Still, he rather involuntarily makes friends in 1920’s Berlin, and they are not having his ignorance. This ominous troupe will introduce Bosch to much more than fine spirits and illegal places…

ENGLISH version, translated via DEEPL, edited by Halbmichel.

Part two of the first novel within the „Oranges“ universe (1_Or). Bosch has been living with his new friends. The villa is a madhouse of boredom and excess, …until Bosch meets old aquaintances and a suspicious stranger.

ENGLISH version, translated via DEEPL, edited by Halbmichel.

Now the tent was raging. One could not have understood one’s own word with all the excitement. The little one couldn’t be more than four or five years old. Such a countenance was an unusual sight even for Neiwolf, who had seen millions of faces. The little one’s eyes were as big as chestnuts, but darker. Small pools filled with a seriousness for which even many an adult still lacked life experience.
‘The Unbreakable Boy’, they called him. Now Neiwolf had seen for himself why the child truly deserved the nickname.

(an Oranges story)

„Simian thought about it for a long time, and was glad that he could do it by his intellect alone, without having to get the paper out of his jacket. Meanwhile he had been reading up on the manuscript, very discreetly, of course. Not a word to Neversham, and certainly not a foot back into Voynich’s antiquarian bookshop. His interest had to remain hidden. From all he had been able to gather, the manuscript was old. Estimates stretched back to the 15th century. It wouldn’t make sense to Simian that an awakened angel had been walking the Earth for 500 years. Or rather, he shuddered at the idea.“

(an Oranges story)

„Harstein eyed the man skeptically. They had said the doctor was a pioneer. The first of a new breed that would overturn everything society knew about the soul and its sensitivities. Roderich had liked to hear that, after all he understood the head—for all he cared even the soul—as a rather unreliable component of the human machine. And he definitely saw himself as a machine. Futurism spoke of optimization, of efficiency and effectiveness of any performance. Harstein found it obvious from the beginning that the brain would be no exception. Up there, behind the bones of the skull, which did not protect the gray mass in it without reason, a high-performance machine was waiting to be set up correctly.
How was the doctor going to do that if he blocked his questions?“

(an Oranges story)

„The jeweler reached the upper end of the ascending route through the forest. He could see the entrance to the Lamprechtsofen in a clearing. Because it was high summer, the sun was still shining vigorously on this eve. Too bad, d’Utrecht thought. It was a first disappointment, because he had hoped for a dazzling mouth in the rock face. Instead, he walked leisurely toward a pale shadow in the mountain.
D’Utrecht found a flurry of activity behind the entrance to the cave, with whispering voices and squealing laughter echoing under a small dome of rock. This was obviously the new gathering place for visitors. It was to be the starting point for guided tours into the longest cave on the continent. At least that’s what a man in a mining outfit said, who was already giving a lecture to a small group of women, men and children.
D’Utrecht was not aware of being late. Such a thing didn’t happen to him. Unsettled, he fingered his pocket watch from his vest, settled the monocle that dangled from a chain between the ancestral folds around his right eye, and checked the time. As expected, he was by no means late.
Of course he wasn’t.“

(an Oranges story)