A NOVEL SET IN BILBAO DURING THE SPANISH CIVIL WAR
The year 1937 brings nothing but misery to Bilbao. From the skies fall not only rain, but countless bombs that destroy everything in their path—even the last flickering hopes of victory. Ignacio Abad, an exceptionally intelligent captain tormented by his inability to connect normally with others, struggles to survive in a city that isn't his home, fighting in a pointless war that means nothing to him. All he wants is to from his past, from the artillery shells, from his fears... but political and strategic forces sweep him along against his will. He finds himself caught up in the shadowy world of espionage and counter-espionage networks operating between both sides, backed by European powers already preparing for what seems an inevitable second world war. Everyone wants to use this unusual man for their own purposes, regardless of the damage they inflict on him.
Worse still, old ghosts awaken Abad's buried wounds, forcing him on an emotional journey of unprecedented intensity—from pity and anguish to hatred and the thirst for revenge. Yet there's one feeling stronger than all the rest, one that allows him to endure anything and drives him to change his life and find a his profound love for someone he's not even sure he can win back, partly because he never truly had her in the first place—his daughter Julia.
Rain Without Color is a spy novel, a story of personal triumph, of buried emotions brought to the surface, of individual growth—all set against the backdrop of a period in our recent history that's both tragically real and surprisingly little known.
Mi nombre es Sergio García Rodrigo, rondo los cuarenta y actualmente resido en Pamplona. Me encantaría extenderme con una biografía en el mundo de las letras llena de datos para colgar en mi pecho pero desgraciadamente no los tengo. Simplemente trabajo como técnico de calidad en una importante empresa industrial que poco o nada tiene que ver con la literatura. Eso sí, a emocionarme con un buen libro no me gana nadie. Por esa razón, hace una década comencé a teclear (rozando en numerosas ocasiones la medianoche) una hoja de Word en blanco. Después siguieron otras y otras hasta convertirse en los tres títulos que os presento. Cinco años para cada libro es un tiempo considerable que agradezco de corazón a mis hijas... Sin ellas, las novelas habrían estado acabadas en la mitad de tiempo. En este camino he conocido a gente maravillosa que ha dedicado su preciado tiempo a ayudarme y amigos a los que no les ha importado leer mis insufribles borradores. A ellos, sólo me queda decirles: ¡Gracias y lo siento!