Howk Histoires

Karate

Como una rosa roja era su corazón, hermoso, puro y vibrante. Pero ninguno de sus amigos supo como ciudarla y como ya saben, sin un buen cuidado, cualquier flor se marchita. No se puede regresar a la vida una flor marchita. ¿Pero se podrán sembrar sus semillas? Donde Marinette Dupain-Cheng, vence sus miedos y conoce lo que es una amistad de verdad. Donde todos los del grupo dan y reciben cariño por igual. Donde nadie la juzga, y la aceptan tal cual, torpe y llena de secretos. Un grupo formado por ciertos personajes que no le creeran a Lila Rossi sus mentiras y el fueron felices para siempre, a la querida oji azul, le llegará.

One meter tall. Reptile skin. Protruding fangs. Unfriendly, snarling, hard to get rid of. And all green. Goblin. A whole tribe, actually. For years they have plagued the valley, which soon had to add another point to the long list of shattered nerves: the birth of a boy, walking by the hand with an absurd, inviting madness for a dance. Here's Howk: moderately smart, locked in the cage of his own mind, living in the stereotype of rural pathology. The guy who causes problems at every turn, disappointing everything that could be disappointed, and constantly driving either father mad or mother cry. Or both. And if that was not enough, he finds his best friends not in his peers, but in this damned forest plague that everyone in the town would like to eradicate for good. HOWK is full of raw, strong narration and many humorous inserts, all in relatively simple language, sprinkled by the reality with a goblin on the back of the neck.