"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

100% Witchblade – La guerra delle lame stregate

I presupposti di questo nuovo ciclo di episodi sono tanto semplici quanto semplicistici: quando Witchblade si è divisa, si è divisa a metà lungo la linea dell'equilibrio. A Sara è rimasta la metà dell'ombra. A Danielle la metà della luce. Il risultato è che Sara diventa cattiva.
Tutto sommato l'albo peggiore da un bel po' di tempo, con una trama che sorge dal nulla e nel nulla risprofonda. Rimangono un paio di spunti interessanti, come la comparsa di Tau'ma e il suggerimento che sia una sorta di forza opposta al Curatore, il che fa dei due altre tessere nell'insieme dei tredici che governano l'universo. E il fatto che Danielle diventi l'Angelus potrebbe essere uno spunto interessante per rendere un po' meno inutile la bionda. Ma, a parte questo e ai soliti bei disegni, un albo abbastanza da dimenticare. E a nulla vale la copertina con citazione dalla saga di Fenice.

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Spooktober 27 – The Black Monk (2)

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