2la1n

A few years after the end of "The Other Earth", we live in a world where history, information, science and knowledge are shared with both worlds, generating a lasting alliance to answer the greatest mysteries of humanity. Miranda Shaw and Ray Tsatsuni are 2 astrophysicists from Earth-1 who study with their group whether there are more worlds or structures identical to each other in the Universe, but the results begin to attract unwanted incidents that they keep repeating themselves as if someone was causing them. As they investigate, a wave of secrets comes and refers to something that happens in our heavenly brother.

Red Ember

Boy, one day you're going to be arrested or a millionaire.

princessplisetskaya

Ian Morfleynder has lived his whole life in a compound he couldn't leave. He could see the sunlight and feel the icy winter wind inside the compound's courtyard. He wondered, what happened to the other occupants of the complex when they left? Why did the others leave and not come back? Where did they go and what did they do? Did they know the world hidden by the high stone walls of his house? The young man brooded all his life with these questions. He asked the complex's staff as often as he questioned himself. Until you enter the game.

Diana Pink BlueNew Author

Esta é uma história contada em 31 cartas, todas escritas na época natalina, sobre viajar num comboio muito especial, onde a magia acontece realmente. HISTÓRIA PARA ADOLESCENTES E GRAÚDOS

youkai22

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.

jonasexistiu

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.