“We won the right to choose our own map, little one. Now go. Your mother is waiting.”
“Only the lost ones, Rasputin. Women are too easy to find.” I Classici del Fumetto Nr 01 Corto Maltese
His name is Corto Maltese. And he is already late for an appointment with destiny. “We won the right to choose our own map, little one
The promise of the impossible is Corto’s only true addiction. He tosses a coin to the owner. “Find me a junk. And a reason not to throw you overboard halfway there, Cossack.” I Classici del Fumetto Nr 01 Corto Maltese
She offers Corto a fortune. He refuses.
“Don’t touch it!” shouts Tawaret. “The field will reverse! It will throw us all into the sea!”