Created by Roger Lecureux and Andre Cheret, Rahan is a comics caractere published in Pif Gadget Magazin for the first time, about 1969. Rahan is a hero of more 180 stories, short (11 pages) or great (about 40 pages) all stories is now in 24 books (only in french version for the moment) more 3500 pages in total. Adapted in cartoon for TV (26x 26 minutes) only in french to. Rahan is very popular in France,he is a classical comics. Just now Rahan have a lot of news, new stories from a new editor and any product about this hero: Toys, pictures, statuette, expose ... and some projects: films and new cartoons ... If you have a editing in a no french language, please contact me with message or an .

	Rahan by Xilam in vidéo You can see the first pictures for the new Rahan's cartoon by Xilam on You tube ... And in English !!! See now on You Tube And you opimion on Rahan.org' s chat (in english or in french).

 

All about new book (june 2008): La horde des bannis (The horde for banned) In french only

Summary of Crao's son (all pages only in french for the moment):

Enjoyx 24 09 17 Agatha Vega Jason Fell Into Aga Better Apr 2026

It was the kind of night where the city seemed to hold its breath. Neon pooled in the gutters and the air tasted faintly of rain and possibility. At EnjoyX, the crowd thrummed like a single organism—laughing, leaning in, trading half-forgotten stories beneath string lights that hummed above the courtyard. Among them, Agatha Vega moved with the quiet certainty of someone who knew exactly which doors to open and which to leave closed.

“I fall into better things,” he answered, and it landed between them with an honesty that made both of them laugh. enjoyx 24 09 17 agatha vega jason fell into aga better

Their meeting didn’t arrive like a lightning strike; it was a series of soft collisions. Agatha offered him a cigarette—though neither smoked—and Jason accepted with the awkward grace of someone who thinks gestures count for more than plans. They wandered through the installations, past a wall of mismatched mirrors that multiplied their silhouettes until they were many versions of selves considering each other. Conversations broke and started again, each one an unspooling thread that stitched them subtly closer. It was the kind of night where the

At some point, a street musician began to play a slow, off-kilter tune, and they drifted outside where the pavement steamed. Jason, who had arrived with the practiced nonchalance of someone used to looking away, found himself listening with an intensity that surprised him. Agatha’s camera caught a sliver of moonlight on his cheek; he caught the way she softened when she thought no one was watching. Among them, Agatha Vega moved with the quiet

By 02:00 the crowd had thinned and the lights inside EnjoyX hummed lower. The world beyond the courtyard seemed distant and less urgent. They parted at a crosswalk, the city humming its own lullaby, promising another day of errands and obligations. Jason hesitated, then said the obvious—Would you like to meet again?—as if asking anything less would be unfaithful to the magnetism that had pulled them together.

“You fall into things easily,” Agatha said at one point, watching Jason stare at a sculpture that looked like a city made of folded paper.