❝Și acum?❝ ❝Acum mergem să decapităm niște șerpi.❝ După ce părinții îi sunt luați de un trib străvechi, Memphis este nevoită să plece în căutarea lor, alături de prietenul ei bun. Fiind încă înconjurată de visele pline de șerpi și mult prea reale, își riscă viața încercând să treacă peste obstacolele puse în calea ei de Arph-Șe, zeul tribului. Minunata copertă făcută de @Dianne4Stars. @DehatehAthenais, 2017 #124 în Aventură; XIII. II. MMXVII #95 în Aventură; XIX. II. MMXVII #81 în Aventură; XVII. II. MMXVII

Mark's fear finally came true, Bryan escaped and he's now more aggressive than ever. The time Bryan spent locked, trapped in the cage designed by Mark, drove him insane. He lost himself and now he'll do anything to feel normal. Detective Jake Hunter is assigned to the case. Slowly following the bodies that dropped behind Bryan, he notices that he becomes messier. Jake starts to wonder if Bryan has an accomplice whose feeling of guilt started overwhelming his mind, leaving clues for the detective to solve. But what happens next?

The cold danced up and down the child's spine, caressing her softly as it stung sharp as needles. Snowflakes danced across her hair and fell gently on her porcelain skin. Soft lips tinted a pale blue; cheeks light up a soft rose made the Queen smile. A vibrant blue cloak peaks through the snow, drawing attention to the girl's skin as white as snow. Her black gloves obstructed her hands, but the Queen suspected that if the cloak and gloves were to be removed, this porcelain girl would fit well in the fresh snow. A living tribute to her waking. The girl sat under the heavy branches filled with snow of an ancient tree, her sorrow filled eyes making the Queen frown. Why anyone would be so desolated when the snowflakes sung silently a lullaby upon their head? Doesn't the girl feel the magic that was in the air? Wasn't she happy for the awakening of Winter? The Queen taught, looking more closely at the girl and trying to pluck - like one would pluck flowers in Summer - the thoughts that wandered through the girls mind. "Ah, sweet child," the Queen whispered, a smile blooming on her frozen features. "If a gown you want, a gown you shall have."

Sunt un cadavru al simţământului ce umblă pe tărâmuri primejdioase ale minţii, mă scufund în nebunia mea şi mă las purtată pe valurile plăcerii de către el, demonul ce se plimbă liber prin mintea mea şi îmi controlează toate acţiunile. Sunt marioneta lui, prinsă în jocul distrugerii. Sunt a lui. Cover: Mara Karlberg #16 in Spiritual pe 23.05.2016 #8 in Spiritual pe 24.05.2016 #6 in Spiritual pe 26.05.2016