PErteneciente a la colección y muestra fotográfica: "tratareite coma unha rosa"

Levanoch has been set free. Stranded almost a billion lightyears from Earth, the crew of the Deity search for him desperately, knowing that every instant he is free the entire Human race is in danger. But Levanoch is more cunning and devious than they know. Fervent to return to the Milky Way so that he can claim the vengeance he’s desired for ten thousand years, Levanoch dares to venture into the Great Void to seek the aid of one of the eldest and most powerful beings still in existence. The Deity’s search for Levanoch leads them instead to Amarantos, who has become stranded on a primeval world and threatens cataclysm unless the Deity yields to his demands. As the Deity’s crew race to save an alien world, their engineered altruism may ensure the destruction of their own.

After many generations of self-directed evolution, Humanity believes it has perfected itself. Everyone is brilliant, beautiful, even immortal. More amazing perhaps is that they are also peaceful. Terrified that they would be the cause of their own extinction, Humans re-engineered themselves to be a race of pacifists and altruists, who see violence and egotism as anathema. Though Humans may now resemble Elves more than Men, the Universe they inhabit is still black and cold and cruel. It is ancient and vast beyond comprehension, and these naïve Humans venture into it at their peril. Deep within the eternal and boundless Dark dwell many fell creatures, abominations that Humanity would fall to without hope of salvation. The Meek have inherited the Earth. They may not be able to keep it.

Heretic. Murderer. Captive. Saviour. Romulus is all of these things to the Pananthropic Republic, the society that failed to force him to conform to their ethos, and enslaved him as punishment for their failure. Kept frozen in ice until they have need of him, he is forced to defend the civilization that rejected him. When monsters from the depths of space threaten Human lives, Romulus must protect them by committing the same Eternal Sin for which he was damned. He must kill. He must take lives to save lives, and those he saves revile him as a monster for it. If he is ever free of his chains, they will learn that they were right.

The age of the Transhuman has come. The eldest of us remember a time when Human beings were the only sapient race upon the Earth. Any gods or aliens or monsters that might dwell somewhere out in the unfathomable darkness were terrifyingly silent. But now, men have forged new bodies for themselves, bodies with powers beyond those of mere mortals. These inhuman bodies have twisted their minds into something inhuman, something monstrous. This new race of monsters has nothing but contempt for what they once were. Humanity must either submit to them, or face extinction. Or, we could fight. This is the story of the mere mortals who refused to kneel to their Transhuman oppressors, refused to see Humanity evolve into a race of monsters, and refused to abandon hope.

"Dong, so schlägt es zwölf, alles schläft, es kommen die Wölf. Zu reißen, zu beißen und fressen all die, die meinen zu halten mich wie ein Vieh. Ding, Dang, Dong, ich bin erwacht, ein Opfer hat man mir da gebracht. Zu töten die Menschen zu jener Stund, in der sie Lügen tun Kund. Ding, Dang Dong, es ist vollbracht, die Menschen habe ich umgebracht. Nun werde ich schlafen hundert Jahr, bis man mir wieder ein Opfer bringt dar." Fast 100 Jahre nach dem 3. Weltkrieg ist die Welt wieder da, wo sie schon einmal Stand: im tiefsten Mittelalter. Kein Stom, keine Maschienen, alles wurde dem Erdboden gleich gemacht. Die Reichen kontrollieren die Welt doch ein Stern erscheint am Horrizont ... denn Ker ist erwacht ... und niemand kann sie aufhalten ...