Lillith Hunter

Just like on so many nights... Solitude was my best company. I preferred it that way... Living alone... The more I am surrounded by people, the worse I feel. Human beings are false creatures, devoid of any real affection. Well... You must be wondering who I am. I'm the light. I am the rose. I am darkness. I'm a vampire. My mortal life has passed so quickly that now when I remember her. It seems I'm not talking about myself... And yes of another being. Another silly human. But it was me. Maybe not as alive as I am now,

Lillith Hunter

Even though I knew we wouldn't be together, I hugged him. Even though I knew my life was in danger, I kissed him. Even though I knew he was not of this world, I loved him. Unintentionally, I discovered that there are angels but they are not like people say they are, many are bad especially my black angel. I was an angel. I have to get away from him, he was on the opposite team, and it was for my own good. I could be with Nick, my guardian angel, but no, I had to fall in love with my dark angel.

ANNA VESPERNuevo Autor

Clara dá aulas de português para estrangeiros e faz magia desde pequena. Joana só sabe da primeira parte. Até aparecer para um café dizendo que visitou a escola onde a amiga trabalha, numa cidade que não aparece no mapa. A primeira pista está num material didático: alguém está ensinando pessoas comuns a encontrar lugares mágicos sem explicar o que vão descobrir. Os percursos levam a uma biblioteca fechada, documentos alterados e moradores que não querem ver suas casas transformadas em cenário de exercício. Com a confiança da amiga abalada, Clara precisa descobrir quem está distribuindo aquelas instruções e por quê. E explicar há quanto tempo vinha deixando Joana do lado de fora.

worrel

A photography student opens a metal box forgotten at the back of his grandfather's closet. Inside: old negatives, notebooks his grandfather never let anyone read, a sheet music dedicated to someone no one in the family knows, and a little red beanie that, after thirteen years stored away, is still warm. The grandfather can no longer travel. The answers stayed in the North, in a village that may not even exist anymore. So the grandson goes in his place, in the middle of the Círio de Nazaré, with a camera, a best friend who refuses to stay home, and the feeling that some photos hold more than they show. Twelve photos. Eleven empty places. And what was left out of the frame.

Sorima

Lobo and Ethan were on their way to study the pillar on which the insidious seal was made when the mage had an epiphany and told Lobo to go back in time before him. The druid followed his friend's advice, but, unlike what he expected, he did not return to a point in his past: he arrived at a completely new place, where a figure both familiar and unknown awaited him.

jonasexistiu

For years, Lídia Sampaio considered the dogs of Jacarandás Street an assault on civilized coexistence. So when a morning dawns without a single bark, her first reaction is gratitude. The gratitude, however, does not last long. In Vila Olaria, animals begin to disappear, inexplicable marks appear on the walls, and certain houses begin to harbor spaces that should never exist. While the residents seek explanations reasonable enough to continue their routines, Lídia discovers that there are far worse inconveniences than a noisy neighborhood. Between supernatural horror, everyday absurdity, and the melancholy of small absences, the tale investigates what we have learned to ignore, especially when its warnings blend with the usual noises of life.