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August 25, 2020
THE KAIJU SCORE, coming soon to print and screen.
So apparently some people can get movie deals before they even finish the damn book.
Sony Pictures has picked up the rights to AfterShock Comics’ upcoming comic series The Kaiju Score, and they will be developing it as a feature film.
Must be nic…
This comic actually has a pretty cool and wild concept as it follows a group of criminals who attempt to pull off the perfect heist during a giant monster attack on the city.
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Oh, pardon my regrettable and mildly childish fit of pique. Please, by all means: do go on.
08/25/2020 Snippet, TIPPED ON A STIFF.
This sucker’s almost done, too. Good thing I put all those hooks into FROZEN DREAMS, hey?
Patreon!“All right,” said Sofie. She didn’t sound happy about it, but why would she? It’s never fun to admit things to the Shamus. “If I have to. It’s Irene. She’s…”
“…a mage from Deseret, and probably a die-hard,” I said. Smith raised an eyebrow at either my response, or else the way Sofie didn’t gasp in surprise at it. “I got the first part right away,” I explained to him, “and the second part right after you joined up and Sofie didn’t pitch a fit. There’s only one reason you’d be down here,” I unhesitatingly lied in self-defense, “and that’s to bail out a mage who got in over her head and needs help. But does the snatch-gang know she’s a die-hard?”
“If Posh Fred is here, he’s at least figured it out,” Smith said with a growl. “Mage-catching’s one of the thing he’s known for, up north. Spells don’t bite on him as hard. Nobody knows why, but they don’t. Probably he followed Miss Irene down. He wouldn’t have told anyone else in the gang, though.”
“Why?” asked Sofie? “Is the other thing he’s known for is being a backstabbing weasel?”
“…Yeah,” said Smith. “Though it’s not what I meant.”
08/25/2020 Snippet, OMBUDSMAN.
And OMBUDSMAN is in the can! Huzzah! Although it needs an edit or two before I put it up on Patreon this month.
Patreon!STEELMAN Shows His Metal — This engraving shows the Gallant Defense of the Enterprise at Mahoning by Director JOHN STEELMAN and his Workers against Despicable Traitors and agents of a Foreign Power. Steelman (center), wounded but Resolute, stands over the prostrate form of JAMES THE UNJUST, chief Instigator of this most Wicked Plot against the Workers and Managers of the Hershey Consortium. Steelman’s Vice-President HAYATO “GUMBALL” GORO and Consortium Ombudsman AMORTIZATION TREMBLAY stand to one side, caught in the moment of taking up Arms after being Liberated by Steelman’s Workers. A male figure up in one corner, dressed in robes and fleeing through a window, represents a Dastardly Minion of the U- D- who was allegedly present at the scene, only to Cravenly Flee from the scene of Battle. Behold the consequences to those who believe the False Promises and Corrupt Enticements of our foes. — The 2470 AD Annual Report of the Hershey Consortium, complete with edifying Narrations and Illustrations for the Discerning Reader.
August 24, 2020
The Snyder Cut trailer.
I don’t even have to say JUSTICE LEAGUE at this point. You know exactly what I’m talking about.
…Crap, I’m going to be getting HBO Max after all, am I?
08/24/2020 Snippet, OMBUDSMAN.
Bad language and contested corporate visions!
Patreon!“No shit, Jack,” said Jimmy. “But since when do we trust anybody?”
“I trusted you. And Gumball. He on this too, or is he next on the list?”
“Gumball’s nobody to worry about,” Jimmy scoffed. “He’ll play ball, or he’ll lose his. You see, that’s your problem, man. You got soft…”
“Here we go,” muttered Jack, as he settled in for his one chance to go out in a blaze of glory. Jimmy ignored him, or maybe didn’t even hear.
“…and you got fat and happy. We could have taken all of eastern Ohio by now! I thought it was the plan! Not having the Consortium muscle in on the best pickings, and take it out of our mouths! What did we get out of it?”
Jimmy looked around at his nice office, with plenty of furniture, big windows overlooking the valley, and even those god-damned ferns. “I dunno, Jimmy,” he said. “The usual? Money, power, and respect?”
“Fuck you, Jack. I want more.”
“More, huh?” Bad Jack said, honestly surprised. “Then why the hell didn’t you just try to get your own, whaddya call ‘em, franchises? Didn’t you read the damn weeklies? They’re practically begging for people to head up their own crews.”
That floored Jimmy, for some reason. He spluttered — really! — and finally said, “Do you have any idea how fucked up that Consortium crap sounds, coming out of your mouth like that?”
New installment of THE BOLD MARAUDER!
New signup, so new entry in my pulp SF serial that I am not making my wife the engineer read because there’s just so many ways that she can tell me that physics doesn’t work like that. Anyway, here it is, available for everybody. And remember: when I hit $200/month, I’ll write a new installment every week!
Patreon!08/24/2020 Snippet, MORGAN BAROD revision.
River monster prodding duty!
Patreon!“So,” he said conversationally as the crowd kept whaling away at the neversinker, “are we trying to kill it, or just drive it off?” The monster did a sudden lunge, possibly because he was talking; Morgan smacked it in the face with his shield, hoping to break some of its teeth but getting no luck. The impact did shove it back a bit, which let one axeman get a few good hits in and actually draw some blood.
That pushed it back some more; and from how the neversinkers swayed, the monsters appeared to be a little unbalanced on land. A few ‘real’ soldiers had been coming up, carrying what appeared to be long, blunt-tipped poles; at the sight of the flailing monster, they broke into a run and charged through the crowd, which obligingly made room for them. Well, except for one idiot, but a vampire yanked him out of the way (Morgan noted with some interest the display of above-human speed and strength).
The militia clearly trained for this: both poles smacked right into the neversinker’s center of mass, which only unbalanced the beast further. As it plopped back into the river with a highly indignant bellow one tentacle-arm tried vainly to take at least one person with it — only to meet the tip of Morgan’s blade. It didn’t draw blood, either, but Morgan hoped it would at least smart the beast a little.
The splash from beyond the parapet was fairly impressive, although if there was a plume of water it didn’t reach the top of the walls. One of the pole-bearers wheezed as he leaned on it, “Thanks for the help, buddy,” he said after a second or two. “New in town?”
“Just came in for pizza and a cold beer,” Morgan said agreeably. “How could you tell?”
“That had to be your first neversinker,” replied the guardsman. “After a while you kinda get used to them.”
Announcing ANAGNORISIS (4 short stories, 32K words, September 1st).
It’s not ready, yet: I have four days to do more edits and last-minute changes, and I plan to use them. But this is the tentative cover for ANAGNORISIS. Artwork via my mom, because when you have an advantage, take it. You can sign up for my mailing list and be notified when the book’s available for pre-order, too.
