Il destino in una lacrima
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Ongoing, First published Jan 19, 2019
Bramata per secoli dalle forze del male. Custodita e tramandata da sacerdotessa in sacerdotessa fino a perdersi per colpa di un amore proibito. Il destino tesse le vite dei protagonisti riunendoli in un unico filo, quello del destino dell'umanità, dipeso dalla sacra lacrima di Cristo. Quale sarà la sorte dell'umanità?La profezia parla chiaro. Sarà il figlio del male a distruggere i sigilli che separano il mondo dei demoni da quello degli uomini. A non arrendersi sono il prete Leonard e la strega Dalia. E mentre la ricerca prosegue, la vita di altri personaggi s'intreccia alla loro, portando con sé tasselli di una verità a tutti celata. Amori proibiti; eterne guerre; una sola metà comune... la lacrima di Cristo.
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Foxes Hill

13 parts Ongoing

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