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A move toward you, your movement to me.

I want to control the tempo.

I want to embrace the Destiny.

I want to hear the soft roar of the Complete Perfection.

The smell, the warmth, the colors of the Wave.

walk Dance naked, in symbiosis with the Moto World, free from the force of gravity,

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Flashback : The Golden Gate

- Why are you here? - Archangel all'Ondina asked, staring at him with his bright green eyes and remained with folded arms, partly in the shade under the arch of the Golden Gate Bridge.
- And you? You, too, is not a case has been sent ... - she said while fiddling with his foot, move the gravel that covered the ground near the bridge. A Gabe thought he was writing something, or drawing figures, but he was not sure, and looked away, back to focus on those emerald eyes, deep and mysterious. He had never seen so, in high places no one had green eyes.
- A mission, a task ... something - said.
- The same for me.
- From Where are you from?
The girl turned her head towards the Bay , beyond the bridge, and beyond, pointing with his hand the ocean, which lay under a blanket of fog-the usual, soft mist of orange sunrises in San Francisco.
- I thought you were in Los Angeles! - Gabriel joked that he had understood. She was a daughter of Atlantis. One of the most beautiful, probably found himself thinking. Gracelyn laughed at that joke.
- And I believe, however, this place was home, the City of Angels ... - smiled. He understood, too.
- Shhhh ... - Gabe the intimate silence, bringing the index to the mouth. There was better not to reveal secrets. Leviathan might be watching. And the Kraken, at this point, because the presence dell'Ondina, saw Gabriel, could only mean one thing: that the threat, this time, was twofold. The Servants of Darkness were about to unleash hell on Earth, on every front, and as the Chief had sent him, from the upper echelons, the depths of the ocean so they were open, and one of the Daughters of Water had risen to the surface and now was looking at him, playing with the toe-or perhaps writing or drawing something- with the gravel of the Golden Gate Park.
was the first time that an Archangel un'Ondina met, and often if the Lords of Light were allies, had made at high levels, working together, and always acting in mysterious ways, difficult to understand their subordinates.
- Do you think that our meeting is a case? - Gabe asked, taking a step toward her.
Grace drew back instinctively, then stopped, and let the Angel approached. When he was at less than a meter from her, said
- I think it's a miracle - said - that that can save the world ... what ... - looked down on the ground, and drawing the gate with his foot-or phrase-that had drawn on the gravel.
Gabriel took her hands. Trembled a little, but shook his strong, silent as a promise.
- ... What can save the world, one that can give meaning to my world ... - said the Archangel.
- What is already giving a sense to my - said the Undine.
continued to stare into my eyes in silence for long minutes, and became the morning dawn, and the fog was rising over the Bay , revealing the ocean, and lazy clouds in the distance, who lapped the water, and seemed to kiss the waves.

Somewhere between the City of Angels and San Francisco, the water retreated, revealing a small strip of white sand.

- was expected fall in love? - asked the Lord of Atlantis, from the scepter at the screen encrusted with coral, which, as always seemed to work when he was not even having its own will.
- I do not know - said the chief of the highest levels, with a thin laugh.
- Yes, of course - continued the King of Rivers, snorting - You do not you know ... You who do not know something ...
- Put it this way - said the Head - Gabriel and Gracelyn Bright are the counterparts of Leviathan and Kraken. Their love will unite even more, in the battle, providing more chances to win.
- You talk always in riddles ... 'll make those guys? - The Lord of Atlantis was stroking his beard thoughtfully.
- Are you worried about your daughter, Poseidon?
- Yes, of course, of course! What a question! I would be irresponsible if ...
The Chief smiled, and the screen, for once, image stabilization, which seemed to grow three-dimensional, in the control room of Atlantis.
- Do not worry - said the Chief of the High Balls - those two guys are smart. The best. And this, I know for sure, believe me.
- An act of faith?
- A promise from God to God.

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Light and Darkness

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F hoisted the horizon, the line that was indefinite sea, but was even heaven, down there, down in the area without borders surrounding the White Beach, on which the cloud, which was also a rock, soared, a few meters from the red couch that preserved memories and promises.
stared at the horizon, Gracelyn, with the wind whispering songs in her hair, and long green skirt, caressing the bare rock at his feet.
was serene as ever when he was in that dimension between dream and matter, but a shadow of unease the shadowed the perfect line of the eyebrows, above the emerald eyes, into which reflected the first sparks of dawn. The encounter with the Kraken, a few moments earlier, began according to the perceptions of that size hanging, he had upset.
A vague glow that seemed to emerge directly from the rock at his feet, rolled slowly as he climbed and grew in size, surrounding it, following the line of her body, deepening the chest and arms, forming a figure reminiscent of the wings of moonlight.
The figure became more defined, encircled in the wings embrace a sweet and full of warmth, and greeted Gracelyn Gabriel, with a kiss of a thousand unspoken words.
- Hello Love - said the Undine.
Gabe replied to the greeting with a smile of joy on hold. Something, of course, also concerned the Archangel. Grace had received, even before you call in White Beach, thanks to their telepathic bond, and imagined what was the cause of uneasiness.
- Have you seen him? - asked Gabe.
- Yes
Gabriel nodded, taking her hand, and accompanying her on the couch, where they sat. Grecelyn rested his head on the shoulder of his Angel, surrounding it with his arm.
- I felt a tear in our relationship - shooting Gabriel - and for a moment ...
- When the monster opened its eyes - she interrupted, eagerly - I lost my telepathic powers.
- Yes, I immediately thought ... then when the relationship has stabilized again ... thanks to the Head ...
Grace laughed, his voice full of silver shades - You always say that? "Thanks to the Chief"? - could always, with a joke, to reassure him.
Gabe smiled in turn - professional bias.
remained silent for a moment, then Gabe asked,
- What do you think? I mean? Why now? Why is this alliance between Leviathan and Kraken? Why us? Why it's up to us to face?

A the question raised by Grace Gabe's chest, resting his elbow on the sofa, staring and looking worried.
- Kraken and Leviathan ... - said thoughtfully - ... I believe that their alliance comes from something bigger. E 'on their head that put them together, Gabe, why are the two beings as evil and destructive it has created. He made just like they did our heads, have joined forces by combining their forces, which then is a unique strength, that of Good. I do not know why they chose us, because we are perhaps the most tenacious, the evil we were never afraid and we never gave up, until we have brought to a conclusion our missions ...
Gabe saw in his eyes all the shock that Undine had felt at the sight of the Kraken and what the show had begun to do, at the bottom of the ocean, and watched her with tenderness, as if wanted to tell you that there would be to protect him, with his love, as well as his sword. But he could not at that time. This time, he knew it too, the situation was different from all others. He said nothing, and drew her to him, clasping.
- What will happen if we fail to defeat them this time, Gabe? Evil has chosen a good time not to fail in its intent. The world is already falling apart by itself, enough to shake a bit 'and it will collapse completely. Delivering the coup de grace is now easier than ever ...
- We'll make love - he said, kissing her forehead - We are the good and the good guys always win in the end ...
Grace looked up and smiled at him, he thought that Gabe was incredible, always managed to reassure her and give her the strength to face the difficulties, even when they felt the same fears and the same uncertainties that troubled her.
- Yes love, we will succeed. Why fight the two of us, we two together. And this will do.
Grace gave him a kiss and smiled again, those few words of Gabe had made her confident, and the doubts and fears that had disappeared from view of the Kraken. Why Gabriel was with her, and together they found a way to win this latest battle, which was probably the most difficult ever.
He clung to the sweet embrace of her Archangel, closing his eyes and rocked by the beating of his heart.

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The Leviathan

D fter you take the latest photos, Gabriel moved away from the scene of the disaster, led to the car. While storing the equipment, he reflected on the meaning of what he saw: the first overt manifestation of the power of the Leviathan, so obvious, he thought, they can not be misunderstood. It was a message, clear, loud and clear, direct him, and through him to the upper floors. He said, essentially: "I am awake, and I'm here. It's your next move! "Followed by a laugh that left Gabe could hear clearly resonate among the pieces of mangled flesh, and bits of buildings remained after the passage of the Monster.
since he had accepted his earthly mission, he had seen the scenes to turn the stomach: violence, serial killings, incidents of colossal proportions, but what they had just left behind was a planning, wickedness so thin that even an Archangel could for a moment, feeling the need to lean on a wall, and close your eyes, waiting for the nausea to pass.
had to realize at this point more precisely, than the threat of Leviathan was close to its full manifestation, and as Leviathan was near the same.
Closed the door of the car and on foot, headed for a fairly narrow alley, dark and secluded, so that he could deploy his powers without the prying eyes spiassero his moves. With a last look around, recalled him the Light of the Spheres.
Slowly a diaphanous light surrounded him, located behind his back, and remained in suspension, like a fog dimly fluorescent, forming a vague picture of wings. The shadow of those who, accepting the mission, and the love of Gracelyn, had given up the same way the Undine, I reciprocate that love, he had metamorphosed into a creature with two legs, instead of the tail fin.
Once the luminescence remained stable, behind her, Gabriel took off, reaching a brief high enough to see, under him, throughout San Francisco.
in the sky, a few hundred meters from the clouds, Gabe felt at home, fully aware that that awareness came from much higher, by the grace that flowed through his veins for good, and it was his natural heritage and although he would no longer admired Light of God directly from His eyes, the eyes of Grace fully compensated, with its green sparks of pure emotion, that loss.
Gabriel smiled, but his eyes were his home, now, the most beautiful house he had ever had.
But love had to wait hours. There was an issue to be considered, involving the fate of the planet that had been called to protect.
He looked down into that grid of intersecting lines, light gray, mottled with white, green and blue, which was seen by San Francisco 5,000 meters high, vertically. His eyes could see the bustling movement of mechanical and biological organisms that filled the streets. From there seemed a virtual simulation of a world, something that had not yet been implemented, except in the mind of a Creator with a 'crazy-one who loved the chaos, but had a specific plan to which channel the entropy - which was not far from the truth.
These considerations occupied the mind of the Archangel for long moments, and Gabriel wondered ever since, although perfectly crafted, that world came with a free will, sometimes used in an oblique, but still the greatest gift great that every structure of the universe could receive. Many of the seventy planets in the multiverse, were ruled by the cold causality, or stasis.
stopping the flow of thoughts, Gabriel focused to see beneath the surface, stripping the cityscape that stretched below him by the superficial trappings. In comics could call this ability "X-ray vision," or something equally picturesque, but it was not how it works. In reality, the sight of Gabriel penetrated into the very structure of matter, being able to lay bare whatever was disconnecting the fabric.
And that thing in this case was the Leviathan.

S lay under the the city, with its tentacles protean, constantly changing, full of bubbles of antimatter ready to be channeled into the above reality, removing it completely, as it had just happened, and so that the photos she had taken would have made even more sinister light, once developed.
seemed to sleep, the Monster, but Gabriel knew that it was not. Rather than waiting for a signal, something that would have to give away, and urges him to leave yet its destructive power against the city, that planet. A white glow sparkled for a moment in the right hand of the Archangel, promptly switched off with a little effort of will Gabe. It was no time to shine the Sword of Light. That time would come, but not now, not yet.
The Leviathan was perfectly still, and Gabriel admired in some way enchanted, the perfect non-Euclidean symmetry of the tentacles, head elongated and terminating in a point, with three eyes closed eyelids silky, moist, pale yellowish . He thought how it would be easy now, plunged down sharply, through the network of the world where the monster had been engaged, and hit him in the third eye with a perfect shot of his divine sword. But it was not time, and indeed, that threatened to ruin everything, because the antimatter powers of the Leviathan would be transferred to the Kraken, with devastating effects.
was at that time who felt a tear in the telepathic bond that kept him constantly in sympathy with Gracelyn. As if ... Gabriel discarded that hypothesis, more to the horror inherent in the possibility that real conviction. The Undine could not be ... it was not possible ... for long moments, his thoughts wandered Archangel love, devoid of coordinates, while the brightness of the wings became stronger, and sometimes Divine Light flashed in her palm, almost out of control.
long, with a sigh of relief, welcomed the return signal of empathy, which buzzed like the song of a lark in his mind. Grace was alive, thanks to the Chief!
But something must have happened, in those brief moments, had probably lost her telepathic powers, and the cause could be only one: the Undine had found herself face to face with the Kraken.
had to speak. And even now. He had finished the thought, he heard the familiar call of Gracelyn, like a hand, announcing a meeting at the White Beach, where she was waiting, and where he closed his eyes, and opening the gate size, went without missing a single moment.

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The Kraken

Gracelyn, eyes closed, she abandoned herself to the caress of the wind fragrant of salt, which was blowing on her face and blew her long brown hair, while the boat is going faster on the surface of the ocean, off the southern coast. Leaning to starboard, her head bent slightly on the shoulder, you enjoyed those few moments of peace, savoring the feeling of absolute serenity and charm that his natural element, suited her. Very soon, he thought, would regret those moments, once the boat had reached its destination in the area where a threat is still not well defined, was slowly sucking the life from the sea.
- Chief, we are.
voice Chuck shook from that torpor almost dreamlike, and Grace opened her eyes. The boat was stopped - she had not noticed the maneuver, it was immersed in his trance elemental - and his assistant was staring at her with a complacent smile on his face tanned. Chuck was an aborigine, and understood the substance of dreams. One of the reasons why Grace had put him in command of the Australian section of the Star-Shaped Sheashell org.
- Well, Chuck, is here so ...
- yes the very least, this is the area marked on the virtual map prepared by Devereaux ... and between ourselves, Cape something tells me that this is where we start to have some answers.
That something was another reason why Chuck had a vital role in the organization of the Company, and in consideration of professional Grace. The young Aboriginal was in fact a highly developed telepathic sensitivity, which made him extremely valuable for the purposes of the Sea Star org. The last reason was the absolute discretion and loyalty of the young, one of the few people familiar with the nature of the Atlantean manager with green eyes.
- Well, then proceed as agreed, Chuck. Turn on the scanner's depth, and creates an anti-radar coverage over a radius of, say, three nautical miles, records everything, and stay in constant contact with me ... - Grace touched her temple with two fingers, indicating a type of contact is not covered by the exact sciences.
- of course - Chuck nodded, approaching with a wetsuit, cobalt blue, that to him. Grace shook her hand.
- Not this time, Chuck. It 's too missing from the sea, I want to feel the currents on the skin, my friend - he said, smiling.
He took off his t-shirt, Timberland loafers, and short shorts, of cotton. Underneath he wore a two-piece patterned with green and blacks. With an agile leap he jumped on board the boat, keeping a balance balancing on his toes, and stretched out his arms. Keep your hands, assuming a pose as an expert diver, the wind stirred hair slightly, while Undine savored every moment of waiting, before the leap into the depths of the ocean.
Grace turned to Chuck one last time, smiled, and with one bound sprang into the water, disappearing in a flash below the surface.
- Good luck, Chief - Chuck murmured, becoming serious. Then he turned and went back inside the cab controls, ready to do its part.

Caress of underwater currents was infinitely sweeter and more delicate than that of the surface wind. Accept it, reminding her that she was a creature of water, and his house was the ocean, vast and varied as the universe that contained it.
swam fast, enjoying the delicate but pungent sensation of oxygen that enters the body through the pores of his skin, sliding along the roads, and turned into energy for life. There was no comparison with the limited respiratory capacity of the people of surface, this was pure essence of consciousness to exist.
Although the mission had forced her to give up his original physicality, his legs where he had metamorphosed the caudal fin behaved well, and alternately tapping, rattling the earth 's water with his feet, he managed to achieve considerable speed, though not as high as those of the past. But it did not matter. Renouncing its original form Ondina, had earned the love of an Angel.
Immersed in his element, and the flow of thoughts, Grace had not noticed to be significantly decreased in depth, reaching a dark and quiet-for her, could hear the voices of thousands of sea-, where the currents tended to decrease, to a stop, and where there was apparently no life.
Gracelyn stood, swaying, with slight movements of the arms and legs. Perceived as the water at that point, tends to cool gradually. Understood to be reached at the epicenter of the crisis zone.
"Chuck ... Can you hear me? " telepathically summoned the young aborigine, was on the boat.
"The Grace", the answer came directly into the right side of the brain, clear and limpid, like Chuck was there, a few feet from her.
"We have, I'd say ... What reporting tools? "
" A large unidentified mass, just below you ... and even in the face ... and your side ... Head is not very clear, the scanner gives me your location, but all the rest is like ... blurred, and changing ... Yes, I would say we are! "
Grace fell slightly more in depth, entering the heart of the dark, with caution, but without hesitation.
And the Kraken opened his eyes, staring.

Chuck was literally pushed back, while his brain seemed to explode. Ran into the wall of the cab controls, and fell to the ground, bringing his hands to his head and gritting his teeth in a grip of excruciating pain, after what seemed like the cry of death of a thousand seagulls, had ravaged his mind for long moments.
It took him ten minutes to recover, his feet, his head still buzzed, and a principle of migraine coming. Ran out of the cabin, along the bridge quickly, and scanning the ocean, while the concern began to be transformed into a sense of panic. He saw nothing, the sea was calm and flat as a board. The wind had dropped, reduced to a thin, whistling breeze.
not be permitted to go there alone, he thought, was a folly. Despite the power and the determination of Grace, that was too big a problem to deal with it, almost unconsciously. No longer felt dell'Ondina thoughts, and as the minutes passed he prepared for the worst.
Then, a noise on his right hand shook it from its torpor, and Chuck turned around in time to see an elegant shape and light to fly out of the water, and land gently, crouching on the deck . A sigh of relief escaped from the lips.
- Thank goodness ... - Muttered.
Grace stood up, approached the young man, with the water that ran down the body, wetting the deck, his face ravaged by an expression of mixed horror and resolution.
- I've seen ... - He said, speaking almost to herself, when she was a few feet from him. Chuck stared at her, mute.
Gracelyn pulled back long brown hair, and looked toward the ocean surface - is worse than we thought ..., Chuck ...
The Aboriginal nodded, continuing to remain silent.
Grace went back to fix it - You can route to the coast - said - I ... I ... I need to talk to Gabe.
Chuck And as it turned toward the cabin controls, Grace sat down on deck, stretched his legs by relaxing the muscles and mind. He closed his eyes and pulling out the step size for the White Beach , Where he met his angel.

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The White Beach had always existed, with its clouds were rocks, ocean, bright reflections emerald horizon. It was tangible and material, even if it was real. But at the same time the was. There was only measurable in one dimension with the parameters of the dream, and only an event comparable to the meeting of an Angel and un'Ondina could open the space-time continuum that contained it, and allow access to the vast expanses of sand and water that world.

The first time Gabriel was able to admire the perfect harmony of shapes, colors, smells, heat and light, he wondered if, by chance, his mission had been revoked, and the Chief had called him, in high places. But there was no water, there were no clouds and sand, and above all there was that red sofa suspended above the Earth, where he sat at that moment, with her knees curled up against his chest and his head leaning to one side, the girl met two months before the diner in Glendale, which later was revised under the Golden Gate of Frisco, and to which he finally won her heart immortal.

Grace's face was lighted by a smile that seemed the pure image of endless summer predicted by the Son of the Principal, some time ago, centuries, according to the time parameters of the planet that magically seemed to be suspended under the Beach, and at the same time containing it. Gabriel felt at home.

Gracelyn It was to understand how the White Beach is in California, at a point between Los Angeles and San Francisco, although none would have marked the map, no roads never crossed, but that which unites and joined the wave and the emotions of the Cloud, once the water became water and water is lost, finding herself.

Gracelyn adored White Beach, was the perfect world that she and Gabriel had created together, a reality suspended in midair between the universe and the Paradise ... In their world, they alone, and nobody else. It was a world of light and color, where the night was lit by the glow of the stars, donavano that, with their blue light, a sense of peace and tranquility, but also privacy. In their world there was only love, there the horrors of the planets around them could not reach, and seemed to fade completely when the two of them met.

Gracelyn saw Gabriel approach, greeted him, smiling with his hand, stretching his legs in a more comfortable position. When he came near, she stood up and saluted him, embracing him; Gabriel Gripping reciprocated embrace him, and all around their world begins to position themselves so as to create an atmosphere made for two of them.

- The Chief has kept you busy longer than expected? - Grace asked, after giving him a kiss.

- Yes - he said - he wanted a detailed report of the crime scene, and we began to jot down some ideas on what to do ...

- Give love, now we are here ... let's keep everything else, we wallow in ...

- some love ... we are here, hugging, for as long as we can ...

Gabriel sat on the couch, and Gracelyn followed him crouching next to him. He put his head on his chest, he held her close in his arms, while the sea chose to sing a melody for their pure and divine, pure and divine as the love that united them.

The dawn came soon. Gracelyn raised his head, remaining in the arms of Gabriel, and said

- Does it seem like a dream? Everything is perfect, unique, special ...

- But it is a dream ... our dream. It 's a magical dream ... because we normally get in a dream the other, and ensure that it becomes a reality, a wonderful reality.

Gracelyn looked into his eyes, a look that he reciprocated with all the sweetness of an angel in love.

- Love Gabriel - said Gracelyn with his wonderful smile of a child.

- Love Gracelyn - said hugging him harder.

waiting for the sun shone high in the sky before goodbye, happy to have shared time that the Chief had given them, by themselves, in their fantasy world.

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The atmosphere inside was one that breathe in any Starbucks, an airport in Amsterdam and Seoul, and only the emphasis Commonwealth chewed, and a partial view of the Richmond Terminal, the large glass windows let see, between the curtains parted, the place indicated in Sydney where Gracelyn and Devereaux were talking, sitting at a corner table, discreetly covered by a series of bright green decorative plants.
Grace had preferred to meet the oceanographer soon after arrival in the Australian metropolis, without going first to the hotel, eager to hear about the crisis in the marine part of the globe.
But now, after ten hours of flight, and the two have already passed since, greeting him with his usual smile that resembled a grin under the panama white which will likely lead even when he slept, Devereaux had made her way into the local, and began his relationship with sore muscles and dry skin, feet begging pain of being freed from the narrow chanel - would never be used to having two articulated legs, and now more than ever regretted the lithe elegance of the tail fin that was his pride, since he wallowed, curious little Undine, around the towers Atlantis, playing hide and seek with his friends - he wondered if his Grace had been a wise decision. He needed water, its reserves were dangerously independent in red, and at this moment a long cool shower and represented everything that was asked, if a genie had been released by the halogen lamp that hung from the ceiling of Starbuck.
- This is what - said the Canadian, leaning back on the backrest of the chair aluminum and wood.
- That's all ... - Grace muttered to himself, studying the charts on the monitor of notebbok of Devereaux.
- There is no doubt this is a crisis at the global level, we can now say with chertezza, chère mon ...
Grace frowned; areas marked in red on the map in the ocean monitors left turn signals: eight small regions of the ocean, located in different parts of the planet, in which different forms of life were disappearing. All in three days, too fast for some, in addition to the Star-Shaped Sheashell org. , could notice, and take action.
- The Kraken has woken up, so ...
- Oui, the Kraken ... - Smiled Devereaux, sounding skeptical - my training purely scientific-materialist prevents me to associate these phenomena in nature, so to speak, fantastique ... but if you mean the key thing in metaphor ... - Smiled again, staring at Grace - we can say, absoluement ... The Kraken is awake, yes.
Gracelyn rubbed her temples, a gesture habitual at that time made it necessary that the severity of the situation. The chanel would remain in place, and the shower had to wait.

Approaching the corner that hid the scene of the disaster, Gabriel tried to isolate itself from the noises that bombarded the brain, amplified by his perceptions of angels, and threatened to do so crazy. He did not like the confusion, accustomed to the celestial spheres, but he knew what they were facing, when he accepted that position from the Cape who had seen it all, and work as a photographer for the other end, the one who woke overweight - and I woke up - still too early in the morning.
And though it has been witness to many great events during its long existence, was not really prepared for the scene that he appeared to his eyes, once turned a corner.
A large circular section of the block was gone. As if it were a ball of antimatter come into contact with reality, removing the part perfectly contained within the volume. The buildings, the street, cars, everything was cut precisely along a spherical section. The bodies of the unfortunates who, at the time of the disaster, had been there. And that was the worst part.
bodies sawn in half, vertically and horizontally, or in both directions, without a body broken limbs, severed heads at the neck, mouth, eyes, or along the axis of symmetry of the face. Men, women, elderly and children. Even some unfortunate dog, a couple cats, and some pigeon flying over the disaster zone, lying to pieces and scattered over a radius of thirty feet around the ball invisible, which marked the area of \u200b\u200bthe accident. The pungent smell of blood which congeals dark under the midday sun, and filled the scene, Gabe reminded to certain visions of Hell, Celeste studied during his apprenticeship.
All around the area the police had laid a cordon, preventing onlookers from approaching. Some of the policemen, firemen and even a couple of people paramedical staff, were throwing up, not far from unidentified fragments of organic matter torn. There was also
Timberlake Gabe and approached him.
- Lieutenant, what about this? - He asked, touching the policeman on the shoulder, with the aim of the Nikon.
Timberlake spun around, a look of horror on her face painted. He recognized the photographer - Gabe ... I imagined you would have gotten too ...
- Scary stuff - Gabriel filming, lighting a cigarette - but what happened?
He knew the cause of that disaster, but he wanted to take the pulse of authority in order to understand how they knew.
shook his head Timberlake - What can I say? See for yourself, and if you have a plausible explanation, give it to me ... tell me that this is some terrorist act, please ...
Gabe did not answer, inhaling a deep puff on his cigarette. He would have preferred it was a bomb or something. Because the Leviathan was infinitely more lethal and ruthless of all terrorists who lived the seventies Planets of the Multiverse.
And that time, played in tandem with the Kraken.

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PICTURES FROM LUCCA COMICS 2009

From left to right: Elisa Falcone, Daniela Zaccagnino, Roberta Pierpaoli while discussing the developments Eternopolis.

Conference on publisher Chronicle of mice. From left to right, Daniel Zaccagnino (screenwriter) with the number 2 and Eternopolis Taomina Salvatore (ed) .

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ETERNOPOLIS No.3 "Back to the Past"

Lucca Comics close to all the staff with great pride and enthusiasm. So here the next milestone: the number lterzo series by its cover. The texts will be Daniela Zaccagnino, designs and colors of Marina Falcone Elisa Iovine. Stay tuned.

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Water III

San Francisco

C 'was in fact a reason why he chose San Francisco as a base for its activities, a reason that the head - the one who has seen everything, but everyone - never failed to point out, giggling behind his white beard.

Transubstantiation Gabriel had taken place in New York, but only because that is where we are equipped to make the Celestial Neighborhoods transfer faster and more precise. However, his mission would have settled in the West Coast.
In the name of that freedom of choice, also the prerogative of the Winged Servants of the Supreme Will, could decide the place where he established his earthly dwelling. Of course Los Angeles was the
preferred destination for temporary employment in every Angel on Earth, and Gabe went there, initially, by studying the city, the sky above the city, the hidden currents beneath the city, along which moved the energy that should have used or combat, once the Leviathan should wake up.
He took lots of photos of that metropolis, reserving the right to study quietly. It was a place that fascinated him, full of stimulation and vibration, but also wanted to see San Francisco. Why then, finally, all the imaginary land that Gabe had allocated among the ranks of the Guardian Angels of the galactic system, derived from there. Meanwhile, the city bore
the name of the saint's most eccentric and amazing he had ever met, including the balls, a guy who sometimes intimidating even the Son of the Chief, when discussing the best way to advance the Company.
And then, San Francisco was the place where most all of that - at least the most noisy and fun - had happened since, on the beach in Big Sur, Jack, Neal, Allen & Co. launched their "Shouts", then take the anyywhere destination on the road , when, in summer probably brighter than others, Love exploded filling the sky, land, sea and road.

Gabe At this thought, as he sipped a tall coffee in a diner in Glendale, with pictures taken in LA on display in front of him on the table of anodized aluminum.
It was in this posture he found Gracelyn, past, and could not help but notice the snapshots of places known to him, the City of Angels. His gaze did not escape the curious photographer, who still continued to drink his coffee, pretending nothing, not to embarrass the beautiful girl with long hair and bright eyes and emerald.
The next day Gabriel came to San Francisco. With a head full of notes of Quicksilver Messenger Service and Moby Grape, the soul of the verses that resonated with Ginsberg and Ferlinghetti, his eyes full of colors Strawberries and Blood and Clint Eastwood chasing Scorpio, with a 44 Magnum long as the sword of Michael the Archangel, his classmate in high school.
The first stop was the Golden Gate, of course, emergencies and not because he had a postcard. Just what was the most beautiful bridge in the world, the world's most beautiful bay. And while the morning mist began to clear, he realized that miracles happen, and even the angels are allowed to wonder, at least once during their immortal existence. Which, during his apprenticeship, his tutor Daniel had always stressed.
addition to the pylons of the bridge carmine red, flesh tones and most fascinating visionary frame of Vertigo Hitchcock, was the girl in the diner, the one with straight hair and bright , and long skirt that looked like the tail of a siren. She was barefoot, and playing with the water gently bathing the shore. At that moment
Gabe, if he ever even had reservations, he decided that San Francisco would be his home. Later discovered that Grace was living in Los Angeles, and it amused him, thinking absolutely fair: un'Ondina who lived in the City of Angels. An Archangel who lived a stone's throw from the Golden Gate Ocean.

And when the time came for White Beach, at the point where the waves and the clouds are touching, between Frisco and LA, everything became clear, and Gabriel Gracelyn. It began to love each other.

On page 50 ...

The plane began to move down to the Richland Airport Sidney. A soothing muscles and closing his eyes, Gracelyn concentrated, crystallized the time, and in a moment that seemed to last forever, while the atoms of his body breaks down, and then resume form, was on the beach Bianca.
parked without too much care for the shape, cut the engine and sat listening to the noises that came from the island a few dozen yards ahead of him, screaming, police sirens, quick steps. There was a time for horror, and time, after all, had no effect, on White Beach, where he was waiting for Grace.

- From here it is almost unreal ... I mean, it's like watching some weird show, a movie ...
- Yes, it would be nice to stay until the end, mere spectators ... - Grace leaned her head on the shoulder of his Angel, taking his hand in his.

- I would be ... - gaze wandered to Gabe, turned down at that funny-looking world full of excitement, which could be seen from the red couch on the beach between white clouds and waves, like a multifaceted prism, and each side correspond to a place, a time, a different reality, but always part of the One. Gabe smiled all'Ondina barefoot, who returned his smile with a loving gaze.

-Sometimes I get away from all this ... the Kraken, Leviathan ... if it were really a show announced for the current season, a film I've seen, but which do not remember the ending ...

- not a film, unfortunately, Sirenella - interrupted Gabriel, becoming suddenly serious - even if it is a show that is in response to ... forever.

- This time it's up to us to try to write it, that ending ...

- Yeah.

dell'Ondina Gabe shook his hand, gently stroking her fingers - Look! There ... Grace see them? - pointed to a multifaceted prism, the right of center. Gracelyn out his head, but could not make out anything special, just a back and forth in time, a subdued murmur of thoughts, sounds and noises mixed to form a symphony of strange, almost hypnotic.

- Li - Gabe said, approaching the head that of the siren. Her hair was the scent of the ocean in summer, when the seagulls flying towards the rising sun.

- Yes, I see them, now ... - Grace said.

They stood in silence for long moments, watching the boy who listened to concentrate with eyes full of wonder, swinging his legs on the park bench, while the white-haired man's voice reading - Gulliver's Travels , Grace was able to decipher, even from that distance.

- There are fathers who still read books to their children! Look, it's got to page 50 ... - Gabe chuckled.

- Grandpa ... and his grandfather - Grace said, confidently. Gabe turned to stare for a moment, then turned to look in that prism, which contained a planet.

- It 's an absurd world, but sometimes surprising ...

- ... and full of miracles - Grace said.

- Already - Gabe smiled and raised her right hand, where he shone for an instant a diaphanous glow, made up of all colors, which seemed to take the form of a sword of light - and deserves happy ending.

- Yes - Grace kissed his cheek, pressing even closer to him.