The Leap
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Ongoing, First published Feb 15, 2017
Vampires. Werewolves. Witches. Angels. And now, the Ava.

"The Ava is an ancient race. An advanced race." Someone spoke from behind him.

Matthew turned and saw an old face with a beard. His white hair showed wisdom. His eyes, it seemed, had seen everything and forgiven it all. His features resembled closely that of a hawk. It was his dear friend. And master. Noah.

"When you took the leap, your wings came out as your powers. It is there with you. Always there."
  
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