Behold! I bring further news on the progress of my upcoming comic story, Hel Hath No Fury, a dark romance-themed tale featuring Norse mythology’s least understood couple, Loki and Sigyn. Read Full Article
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I just wanted to make a quick update on the progress for my new comic story, tentatively titled Hel Hath No Fury. Read Full Article
So, guess who has two thumbs and is working on a new comic story? This guy! Read Full Article
Time to talk about another series by writer Joe Kelly. Unlike my other favorite work of his, I Kill Giants, this story is about something far more primal; this is a story about a boy and his dragon. Read Full Article
In this bold new world of Image, there is a whole host of stories that are designed to purely entertain. However, every once in a while there is a story that also makes you think. This time I’m reviewing a book that’s one part real-world psychological drama and one part far-flung fantasy. I’m talking about Joe Kelly’s and JM Ken Niimura’s epic story, I Kill Giants. Read Full Article
This is why I love mythology. Every piece has the potential to stand as its own narrative.
The Norse reference in this surprised me. I thought I was fairly well-versed in the Norse tales, but I guess this just shows that for everything you know there are at least a dozen more you have yet to hear of.
It’s been a while, but as we start to approach All Hallows Eve, I believe it’s time to dust off the KYG section of my blog, and today I have a special ghost, the ghost of the living or recently (as in VERY recently) departed, the Fetch.
Originating in Ireland, a Fetch is a doppelganger spirit; it takes on the appearance of someone who has just died or is just about to die. A Fetch will usually appear to the loved ones of the individual and will appear to be perfectly normal, if somewhat distant or distracted. Additionally, the Fetch will sometimes appear ghostly or shadowy, and may vanish down alleys or halls if followed.
A Fetch is not actually the ghost of the person it appears to be; indeed, often the person imitated is still alive. Instead it seems to be a phantom that simply takes the same form…
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Terry Pratchett once said, “When you finish a novel, you are no longer a writer. You have written, and now you’re just a bum.” Read Full Article
My first fiction post in a while. It was a fun opportunity to play with some one-sided dialogue. What do you think? Read Full Article
Fire. So much fire. Fire so hot and expansive that not even being covered in a foot of ice would save you from being burned. The only way you could survive in this inferno would be if you were made of fire itself. Fortunately, that wasn’t really a problem for the flame’s current inhabitant. It was born of these fires, and it would die of these fires, again, and again, and again. Such was the life of a phoenix. Both blessed and cursed to live one lifetime after another, always the only one of its kind. Why it was chosen for this task, it wasn’t sure. What purpose it was supposed to fulfill, no one had ever told it. All it knew was the continuous cycle of death and rebirth that had no known beginning nor end. The phoenix looked around before it started to gather up the beginnings of its next death pyre. The next burning would come soon, and it wouldn’t do for it to miss it.
Notes: Sometimes I muse on what the life of a phoenix would be like; this was the result.
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