Jack the Ripper
Luiz MiguelJack the Ripper
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First Published
21 de janeiro de 2015
Last Updated
21 de janeiro de 2015
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Completed
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Português (Brasil)
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The moment I finish writing on the wall, I step back to appreciate my work. Unfortunately, I can't stay long and I go out at night. I just made another victim. Now you may wonder who I am... Am I your neighbor, your friend, your relative or doctor, who knows... Am I you? Ha, ha, ha. My name is of no importance. You can call me Jack, Jack the Ripper.
A detective whose mother died 10 years ago is looking for her killer, no matter what methods he uses to catch the killer. 10 years after witnessing his mother's body in his home, Dener will go to great lengths to look for his mother's murderer.
Em um mundo governado há milênios por um mesmo Rei, um abismo impenetrável manifesta sua influência. Segundo aqueles que enxergam os versos de poder, dele emana a magia. Os fiéis, por sua vez, rogam a ele em ritos como a um Deus criador que a tudo conclama. Destemidos afirmam que dele verteram os dragões da vida. Sim: um desconhecido que habita e pulsa. O abismo é o centro do mundo, e há quem diga que ele seja o próprio mundo. Cabe aos nascidos do ímpeto trilhar o trajeto que desvela a trama. Não heróis apenas vítimas de um destino moldado no abismo da existência. Leonel acorda no meio de uma rua desconhecida. Ele está nu, vulnerável diante do solo que sustenta seu constrangimento. Não fosse o breu da noite e o vácuo de sua mente, sentir-se-ia ainda pior. Leonel não se lembra. O único fio de realidade que ainda o sustenta é o seu próprio nome. E, embora não saiba, o único ente que o reconhece é uma Sombra.
In the vast and indifferent fabric of space-time, where improbability is a constant and logic is rarely invited for tea, there exists the Department of Interdimensional Bureaucracy (DIB). Its purpose? To ensure that reality remains minimally functional or, at least, sufficiently confusing so that no one notices otherwise. But something went wrong. Horribly, catastrophically, fill-out-three-copies-of-reports wrong. Immanuel Breckford, a man whose greatest achievement until then was remembering where he left his keys, unexpectedly finds himself involved in one of the DIB's most catastrophic failures. Upon receiving a Temporary Ontological Adjustment Request Form 42/B, his existence is recalculated. To correct this cosmic blunder, the DIB sends Artemis Xyllan-7, Senior Auditor and specialist in metaphysical disasters. Armed with an expired stopwatch, a pen that alters probabilities, and the patience of a black hole, she has little time (and even less desire) to fix the problem before the universe decides to file Immanuel away permanently.




