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in stores now : KADILIMAN and TRESE 7

KADILIMAN: IN THEIR SILENT SHADOW CARNIVAL
Written by David Hontiveros
Art by Edgar Tadeo
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During the final days of World War II, the Nazis activated a doomsday device somewhere in the Pacific. The Justice Corps, the Philippines super-hero team, was the only one who could respond in time to stop the device. The survivors of that fateful day were Bituwin, The Ermitanyo, and the super-villain Dr. Kadiliman.

Decades later, we find Dr. Kadiliman, trying to live a peaceful life with his granddaughter Kadi. Once a year, on the anniversary of that day of sacrifice and heroism, Dr. Kadiliman disappears. Where does he go? Who does he meet with? Discover the answers in KADILIMAN: IN THEIR SILENT SHADOW CARNIVAL.

TRESE 7: EMBRACE OF THE UNWANTED
Story by Budjette Tan
Art by Kajo Baldisimo

At the lowest basement of the MagnaMall, the mangled body of a woman is found. The trail of blood brings Alexandra Trese face-to-face with what was once thought to be an urban legend. When all is finally revealed, midnight madness at the mall will never be the same.


KADILIMAN and TRESE 1-7 are now available at:

COMIC ODYSSEY
3rd Floor Extension Mall, Robinson's Galleria, Ortigas (near Red Ribbon)
http://www.comic-odyssey.com/

DRUID's KEEP
3rd Floor, Gateway Mall, Paseo de Magallanes, South Super Highway

SPUTNIK
Shop 60 at the Cubao Expo on Gen. Romulo Ave., Cubao, Q.C.
They are open Tue-Sun, 3:30PM to 8PM.
sputnikcomics.multiply.com.

(NOTE: the books will be available in Comic Quest, Megamall after its renovation)
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Luis Anthony Oliveros said…
Whoa! A prepubescent Kadi!
9:24 AM
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