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- Herausgeber: Publisher s13699
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
The only useful clue leading back to a non-conventional superhero's actions is a sparrow hawk's feather (or Early Warbird), left behind as a kind of signature. Nobody can guess what's beneath this ambiguous presence, who chastens men guilty of violence against women in mysterious ways (painfully, in any case).
The comic artist Ju, after a chance meeting with Victor Patillas, founder of a publishing company, takes the job as an illustrator and that's when he embarks on a journey, plunging into The Sparrow Hawk's world, the main character in the comic series he's expected to illustrate. Thus the character of Ketty comes to life, she, a victim of abuse from her brother-in-law, permanently haunted by that traumatic experience and by a family fully convinced she is the cause of it all. Taking shape as a simple illustration at first, Ketty and her friends become more and more real, finally blending into reality itself.
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Table of Contents
THE SPARROW HAWK
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
THE SPARROW HAWK
THE REAL STORY OF THE EARLY WARBIRD
Text translation by Alessia Bettini
Based on a true story
To Ketty.
CHAPTER 1
Of this story and its dark twists, I'm going to tell you the beginning and the continuation, still alive today and not shrouded in secrecy anymore.
It all started long ago, when, at 35 years old and in love with drawing, I lived with my wife in a tiny suburban one-room flat, whose meagre rent put our equally meagre finances in serious difficulty. I was good at drawing, but I lacked a credible story intended for an undemanding large audience, willing to spend a little money to get excited without thinking too much. My wife was a young doctor, penniless just like me and doing an unworthily paid job, only suited to ensure we pay the rent in a mere shack, utilities excluded.
We survived doing small occasional jobs, me as a handyman, her as a baby sitter, so we could afford a daily meal, if you could call it that.
On a Monday like any other, as I was wandering about in the supermarket near home looking for food at lower prices, I met a fine fellow more or less my age, in pilgrimage with a shopping cart just like me. He was coming speedily from an aisle, I was speeding down another. The collision was inevitable. Not a serious accident, ours, but after crashing, the carts were so wedged together that the staff was forced to intervene. It took about an hour to collect the things we had bought, since, in the meanwhile, there had been a pile-up among the carts coming from other aisles towards the obstacle which our carts represented. Nevertheless, during that seemingly endless timeframe, a new friendship formed between the man I had collided with and me. His name was Victor Patillas and he was one of the tycoons in the cultivation of watermelons worldwide. While the staff was busy trying to untangle and free the twisted metal of the carts with the help of a blowtorch, he told me that recently he had been dedicating himself to electronic publishing. He was looking for capable comic artists, beginning with the stories which his publishing company, Las Patillas, was selling on the Net. I promptly took advantage of the opportunity Victor was offering me.
“I'm an illustrator.” I said, without the slightest hesitation.
“Good!” exclaimed Patillas, looking at me thunderstruck. “It’s clear we were meant to meet, or better, to collide. If you'd like, my dear Ju, I'll send you the first draft of the story we are ready to publish. You could do a few drawings and then we'll see whether a new character might be created out of them.”
I said to Victor that I accepted immediately. A golden chance such as that was unique.
When the firemen managed to free an old lady involved in the collision, we parted, but not before exchanging our mail addresses. That night, at home, I told my wife what had happened in the supermarket.
Our lives were about to take another road, though not the kind I thought.
CHAPTER 2
The first of the chapters I was expected to transform into comics arrived a week after the accident in the supermarket. Victor had kept his word. In the attachment, some notes I should strictly adhere to:
