Currently, only the first book is available in Spanish. However, the English sequel, Hearts That Cut, has been announced. This scarcity adds to the value of the Hilos que unen EPUB. Spanish-speaking fans are reading and re-reading the first book, analyzing the ending’s cliffhanger (involving the dismantling of the Loom and the resurrection of a primordial evil).
Book clubs across Spain and Latin America (Mexico, Argentina, Colombia) have adopted Hilos que unen as their October/November read due to its autumnal, melancholic atmosphere. The EPUB format allows these clubs to share highlighted quotes easily via WhatsApp or Discord.
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Hilos que unen (original title: Threads That Bind young adult fantasy-noir novel by Kika Hatzopoulou , published in 2023
. It blends Greek mythology with a gritty, post-apocalyptic urban setting. Plot Summary The story is set in the sunken city-nation of
, a place plagued by flooding and acid rain. In this world, "other-born" individuals are descendants of ancient gods who inherit specific magical powers. The StoryGraph The Protagonist
: Io Ora is a "cutter," a descendant of the Three Fates. While people are typically born in threes to weave, draw, and cut life threads, Io is the youngest of her trio and uses her powers as a private investigator in the slums known as the Silts. The Mystery
: Io witnesses a murder committed by a "wraith"—a woman whose life thread has been severed, which should be impossible. She is hired by , the mob queen of the Silts, to investigate this anomaly. The Partnership : To solve the case, Io is paired with Edei Rhuna
, Bianca’s second-in-command. Io quickly discovers that she and Edei are connected by a rare silver "fate-thread," signaling that they are destined soulmates. Key World-Building & Magic System Threads That Bind #1 - Kika Hatzopoulou - Goodreads
Threads That Bind (published in Spanish as Hilos que unen ) is a dark "romantasy" mystery by Kika Hatzopoulou set in the half-sunken, neon-lit city of Alante. It reimagines Greek mythology in a gritty, urban-noir world where descendants of the gods—known as "other-born"—live alongside mortals under a cloud of prejudice. The Narrative Core The story follows
, a private investigator and the youngest of three sisters descended from the Moirea, or the Fates. While her sisters weave and draw the shimmering silver threads of fate, Io was born to
them. This power allows her to sever emotional bonds or end lives, a gift that has left her traumatized and viewed as a pariah. Plot Summary The Impossible Murder:
While on a routine stakeout, Io witnesses a murder committed by a woman who appears to be a "wraith"—a person whose life-thread has already been severed but who continues to move and kill. An Unlikely Alliance: Io is forced to team up with Edei Rhuna
, the right-hand man to the city’s infamous Mob Queen. To her shock, Io realizes she and Edei share a rare fate-thread , marking them as soulmates. A Personal Conspiracy:
As they descend into Alante's underbelly, the investigation becomes personal. Io discovers a plot involving the "Nine Muses"—the city's elite political leaders—who are turning women into mindless wraiths. The stakes rise when Io's estranged, emotionally abusive older sister, Thais, reappears as a key suspect. Deeper Themes Threads That Bind #1 - Kika Hatzopoulou - Goodreads
Title: The Last Mender of Broken Vows
Summary: In a decaying city where the threads of fate are visible to a rare few, Elara—a young mender of severed bonds—discovers a thread connecting her to a dead prince. To save the last threads holding her world together, she must follow that impossible link into the heart of a conspiracy older than the gods.
Chapter One: The Rusted Strand
The thread was the color of a dying sunset—frayed, blistered, and barely pulsing. Hilos que unen - Kika Hatzopoulou.epub
Elara traced it with the tip of her gloved finger, feeling the faint warmth of what had once been a promise between two lovers. Now, it was a hair’s breadth from snapping. One more lie, one more silence, and it would vanish into ash.
She sat cross-legged on the damp cobblestones of the Lower Arcades, the smell of rain and roasted chestnuts clinging to the air. Above her, the great suspension bridges of Pentelas swayed like iron cobwebs, their cables humming with the weight of a million threads—mothers and daughters, rivals and thieves, queens and their forgotten handmaidens.
Elara saw them all. The crimson ropes of vengeance, the silver strands of lost memories, the nearly invisible golden filaments of true love. She had been born with the Mender’s Eye, a vanishing gift in a world where the gods had long since abandoned their looms.
“Are you going to fix it, or just stare at it until it dies of shame?”
She looked up. Kael, her shadow and her splinter, leaned against a rusted lamppost. A thread as black as oil connected his heart to hers—a bond of consequence, the rarest kind. It meant that whatever happened to one would eventually happen to the other. They had never spoken of it.
“It’s not my thread to mend,” Elara said, rising. “They have to choose each other again. I can only sew if the thread still recognizes its twin.”
Kael’s jaw tightened. “And if it doesn’t?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she unwound a small silver needle from her sleeve—an heirloom forged from the broken spindle of a forgotten Fate—and whispered the old words: “Hilos que unen, no que atan.” Threads that unite, not that bind.
The lover’s thread shuddered. For a heartbeat, it glowed a deep, aching gold. Then it began to stitch itself back together, knot by knot, until it was whole again.
Elara exhaled. “Done.”
From a window above, a woman’s laughter rang out—soft, surprised, full of relief. A man’s voice joined it, apologizing for a fight that no longer mattered.
Kael tilted his head. “You saved them.”
“No,” Elara said, tucking the needle away. “I reminded them they wanted to be saved.”
They walked in silence toward the Spire of Unwoven Things, where the governor’s messengers waited with another request. The city was unraveling. Every day, more threads snapped—bonds between merchants and markets, alliances between districts, even the great chain of seasons that kept crops from failing. And no one knew why.
Until Elara saw the prince’s thread.
It hung in the air beside the governor’s door: a filament of royal blue, tipped with a single drop of dried blood. Prince Theron had been declared dead three years ago, lost to the Deep Mists. But his thread did not lead downward, toward the Hall of Severed Fates. It led east, into the catacombs beneath the old loom quarter.
And it was still warm.
“Kael,” she whispered, “don’t look.” Currently, only the first book is available in Spanish
He looked.
The moment his eyes met the blue thread, the black bond between them spasmed—and split.
Chapter Two: The Weaver’s Debt
Kael fell to his knees, gasping. The thread between them didn’t break, but it cracked, like ice under a blade. Elara felt it in her own ribs: a cold, splintering loss that wasn’t hers alone.
“What did you see?” he choked out.
“A dead man’s thread,” she said, helping him up. “Still moving. Still pulling.”
The governor’s door opened. A wiry woman with six iron rings on her fingers stepped out—Merea the Knot-Maker, ruler of Pentelas by will and by wire. Her own threads were a tangled net of bargains, betrayals, and one gleaming white filament that connected her to the city’s heartbeat.
“Mender,” Merea said, her voice flat. “I have a job for you. The prince’s thread appeared to my scouts last night. It’s leading somewhere it shouldn’t.”
Elara steadied Kael against the wall. “To the catacombs.”
Merea’s eyes flickered. “You saw it already. Good. Then you know the cost. The prince is not dead. He’s been unwoven—his fate separated from his body. Someone is keeping him in the world without allowing him to live. And if we don’t find him by the next new moon, his thread will become a Rust Strand.”
A Rust Strand. The worst kind of broken bond: a thread that contaminated every other thread it touched, turning love into obsession, loyalty into chains, hope into despair.
“Who could do that?” Kael asked, still pale.
Merea looked at Elara. “Someone with the same eyes as the mender. Someone who learned to cut instead of sew.”
Elara’s hand went to her needle. She had heard rumors of a Weaver of Empty Looms—a rogue fate-binder who sold severed threads to the highest bidder. She had never wanted to believe it.
“I’ll go,” she said. “But not for you. For the threads that still have a chance.”
Kael grabbed her wrist. “Where I go, you go. That’s the bond.”
“It’s cracked.”
“Then I’ll sew it myself.”
He didn’t have a needle. He didn’t have the Eye. But he had something Elara had always envied: a stubborn, foolish, human insistence that broken things could still be held.
She nodded. Together, they descended into the catacombs, where the last thread of a lost prince hummed like a funeral bell—and where a weaver of ruin was waiting to show them just how easily love could be turned into a leash.
Chapter Three: The Loom Beneath
The catacombs were not dark. They were illuminated—by threads.
Thousands of them. Tens of thousands. Strands of every color and thickness crisscrossed the ancient stone arches like veins in a dying body. Most were tarnished, chewed by time. But at the center of the maze, a single loom stood: a massive, skeletal structure made of black iron and broken bone.
And in front of it sat a woman with Elara’s face.
Not her twin. Her echo.
“You came,” the Weaver said, smiling. Her eyes were the same silver-gray as Elara’s, but where Elara’s held warmth, these held the empty shine of polished knives. “I wove this thread for you, little sister. The prince is just bait. You are the catch.”
Elara’s heart stopped. The black bond between her and Kael screamed.
On the loom, a new thread was being spun—thick as a rope, crimson as a fresh wound. It connected the Weaver’s hand to Elara’s throat.
“What is that?” Elara whispered.
The Weaver tilted her head. “The thread of obligation. You see, sister, you’re not a mender. You never were. You’re a re-weaver. And I’m going to show you what happens when you try to fix a world that never wanted to be whole.”
Behind her, the prince’s blue thread finally snapped.
And the Rust Strand began to grow.
To be continued… (The story would follow Elara and Kael as they race to stop the Rust Strand from infecting the entire city, learning that some bonds must be broken to save the ones that truly matter—and that the thread between them might be the only one strong enough to hold.)
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Hilos que unen is a 368-page thriller. EPUB allows you to change font size, background color (sepia for night reading is a must), and even the font style. For a book filled with tense chase sequences through flooded alleyways, easy-on-the-eyes typography is essential. Title: The Last Mender of Broken Vows Summary:
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The story follows Io Mara, a young woman living in a world where the descendants of the Fates are real and hold power over life and death.