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Thriller Cyberwar to be released on May 5, 2015 in all formats

It is official, the release date is May 5, 2015 for every format of author R.J. Huneke's Cyberwar from Pentian, including hardcover, softcover, and e-book.

This is the first time renowned European publisher Pentian, an imprint of Lantia LLC, is releasing a book in the United States in English and also the first time that a novel is being released in every available format at once so readers can choose how to enjoy the work.

Pentian hopes this new method of delivering books will revolutionize the way people read, like the way Netflix has changed the way we watch TV.

Be sure to inquire wherever you purchase your books (visit your local brick and mortar bookstore if you are getting paper, as there are a lot of good people working at bookstores that make it their mission to inform eager readers of some pretty amazing pieces of literature).

Cyberwar will be available in some stores to preorder ahead of schedule, including Apple, Kindle, and paperback.

Read the Cyberwar Short Story Prequel Here

Cyberwar will be released by Pentian in all formats on May 5, 2015, and to culminate this launch of the book, the author R.J. Huneke has written an exclusive short story that acts a prequel to the thriller novel.

Read it now below.

News for the upcoming Cyberwar Book Tour will be coming very soon, so stay tuned!

Anyone who is on Goodreads can enter a Cyberwar Giveaway contest for a chance to win a signed copy now through the end of the month.

Without further ado . . . here it is, Eager Readers:

“The Cyber Warrior Awakens V.2” By R.J. Huneke

     It was a long time to wait. For William Waltz it was torturous purgatory; a limbo without any semblance of time, except for the agonizing screen’s circulating tumblers. His tall frame shook nervously, his long neck erect. It was hell.

     The tiny woman was filmed on a chair with a black bag covering her head and upper torso; her legs were bare below the knee and an Egyptian Ankh could be seen on one calve; she held her passport in quivering hands for the cameras. Wangluo denied all affiliation with the radicals who held the member of the Cyber Coalition ambassador’s office, Moreen DeMarco, of course. They had no idea where the secret location was.

But Waltz had found them out. He confirmed the ambassador’s representative was being held in the embassy via the tracking nodules Wangluo had not found in her body, possibly in the cartilage of her upper ear where a thin ring hid the metal beneath.

The “Boston Clam Jam” blasted in his headphones with the drums throbbing, Ba-Da BOOM BUM, Ba-da BOOM DUM. It urged Waltz to action, as if there was not anymore pressure for him. His legs shook feverishly, once his typing stopped. The spike of his short hair bounced to the music in the hotel room that dwarfed him and his screen. He waited impatiently.

The Wangluo Embassy to the United Nations was hallowed ground. He was at a stalemate while the eyes in the sky kept watch over everyone. The world would not allow for any transgression on such neutral territory, and the world would answer swiftly with war to protect “the peace.” It was the one safe haven each country’s diplomats could rely on without question, and it was one of the few things that had been able to stalwart peace or stymy a world war.

     “Thank the gods for coffee,” he said to himself as he watched the long lines of worms unzipping the protective grids of the security system code. On one screen, while another one beside it kept focus on the kidnapped Demarco. She probably kicked so much ass and bit and scolded the bastards ‘til they had no choice but to sedate and cover her in case she came out swinging again, thought Waltz.

     The draught of black java was steaming, and the silken tendrils found their way over the keyboard, up and up into his nostrils. It would be his third cup of the night, but he needed more of it to stay focused and alert beyond measure of all but the most adept cyber spies.

Though the Colombian bean was incredibly rare and terribly expensive due to the coffee plant blight in Central and South America, Cyber had responded kindly to his need for the working tool and provided him with a supply monthly. Waltz was low maintenance for his trade, or ‘all natural’ as he liked to think of himself.

Many Cyber Warriors relied on tech implants being suffused with their bodies, which meant they were constantly in physical upheaval with their immune systems battling their anti-bodies. A simple scrape alongside an A-block phone bio-implanted in the forearm brought the risk for amplified infection. The interface of the body with the cellular with the electronic tech was not yet perfected.

The indigo clusters pulled apart and disintegrated on the screen, casting eerie bursts of light in the shadows of the hotel room. Flashes and swirling numerals marked the security system’s attempts to raise alarms and push Waltz out. His window was short: twenty minutes and all traces of the invasion would disappear; he would succeed or fail and watch her being beheaded on live Internet channels.

I’m in!

With a slow, sloppy pull from his mug, Waltz left through an open window and dropped to the nearest rooftop. Night and the thick rain had given him the cover needed to evade the restaurant’s meager cameras, and they had no thermal sensors. Unfortunately, the grid Waltz’s virus had just taken offline was wholly separate from the establishment outside.

As Waltz recovered from the jump, a heavy firedoor swung open. The security guards were more than the typical retired cops, they were taller than he was and square blocks of muscle that took advantage of his falling to their roof. They quickly pummeled his head and ribs. All thoughts racing, like streams riding the coffee buzz abandoned him. Fight or flight, he thought.

“Clearly you guys are Russian mafia-” he said.

A fist cracked his jaw and cut him off. His nose was next and the smell of blood filled him. He struggled to get off of his back while the two giants kicked and jabbed with freakish speed.

“Ex-KGB?”

An elbow connected with his temple.

“That’s a joke, guys. I’m sure you have no fucking idea who the KGB were . . . or James Bond for that matter.”

Waltz entered the fetal position and tried to roll. Heavy boots swarmed his back from one guard and his ribs and gut from the other. The thin layers of polycarbonate and Kevlar beneath his clothes were the only things that saved him from being permanently injured.

His pocket vibrated. There were only fifteen minutes left to save Moreen DeMarco’s life. There were only fifteen minutes left to prevent an all-out cyberwar. Shielding his face as best he could, Waltz put together enough thoughts to form a swift plan.

Fifteen minutes before one hero dies and electronic attacks cripple every country’s infrastructure.

Time slid away, like the rain on the slippery metal roof. In between pummeling blows, he reached back and pulled the laptop from his pack. The guards anticipated his using it as a shield. Instead, he rolled with it to the nearest deep puddle and plunged it home.

God, I hope the super-ion battery’s charged enough, he thought.

As the guards each aimed to break the device in half with their punting of it, Waltz seized their ankles. As he grasped their pasty, almost luminescent skin in the night’s storm, he leaned his own elbows into the sizzling computer, and the three of them were jarred with an agonizing electrocution.

“AARRRRRGGGGG!”

Each of them were thrown in three different directions away from the shorted machine. For William Waltz, the already dark and shadowy world dimmed to black.

*    *    *

ZZZZZmmmm.

The vibration of his A-block woke Waltz to a start. He had training in the most adverse of circumstances, including short shocks. The digitally electrified world’s infrastructure required that he was resistant to all but the deadliest of high voltage blasts.

He turned and threw up; the coffee boiled his esophagus horribly as it exploded across his black suit and then sputtered onto the rainy rooftop in Eastern Russia. Oh man, he thought, there’s only ten minutes left. I have to get her out, if it kills me.

Being born with a fair share of hard lumps offset by a good amount of luck, Waltz sat up and realized that despite their enormity, the mafia restaurant security guards were still unconscious. Their white dinner jackets were soaked with the roof’s grime; their heads were lying against doused steel, and their sunglasses were cracked.

Waltz was free to go. Then he noticed the miniature ocular computer on the side of their glasses. They had been filming him. And he did not have time to undo the oncoming assault of mob guys protecting their territory that were surely on the way.

“No wonder the Wangluo embassy allowed the restaurant to open right next door,” he said. “No one in their right mind would trespass here.” He laughed at himself and coughed, holding what was surely many a bruised and broken rib.

“Stay focused, genius. Time’s running out on her.”

Despite being barely able to walk, he rummaged along the rooftop until he found an air conditioning unit and the 220-volt lines coming into it. His experienced hands were unbroken and did their work on autopilot:  wires were exposed, the ground’s disconnected, and the rest were shorted against the metal casing. Sparks, smoke, and fire erupted.

Waltz shielded his eyes and hurried away to the nearest ladder. He slowly lowered himself down the three-story building, wincing with every movement and every rung of the slimy ladder. Thunder rocked his recovering eardrums.

Since the cameras were down, he walked through the front gate and right on into the embassy. The U.N. representative, his name plaque said he was Sergio, looked curiously at Waltz’s drenched suit and beat up face and started to pick up a phone to call security.

The buzz went off again. There were five minutes left until the system went back online and captured him.

Five minutes.

“Oh that won’t be necessary my good man,” said Waltz in perfect Russian. “Can I call you Sergio?”

“You may,” said Sergio answering in Russian. “Are you alright, sir?”

“No, I am not. I was just mugged. They took my laptop, my wallet, and left me to-“

“Oh my god, are you alright?”

“I’m afraid I’m hurt. I need help, Sergio.”

“Let me call you a paramedic-“

“What’s going on here?” said a guard cutting off Sergio.

She was armed with a M6 semi-automatic rifle and approached with her barrel pointed toward the floor. Her head was shaved. She looked ready to go ten rounds in a boxing match with Sugar Ray without showing a bruise.

Cameras lined the desk, the walls’ crown molding, the ceiling and many of the floor tiles. Big Brother’s eyes were everywhere. But Wangluo was blind for another five minutes.

Suddenly, Waltz slumped and feigned shifting woozily. His gangly, suited frame collapsed to the floor. As the guard leaned down to help, Waltz grabbed her M6 and clocked her across the side of the head. She fell to the tile, passed out.

“Come on, Sergio. You’re going to bring me inside to where you’re keeping the Cyber lady, Moreen DeMarco.”

“You can’t-“

“Move or die, Serg,” said Waltz unlatching the gun’s safety, “it’s up to you. But choose quickly.”

The somewhat round U.N. agent led the Cyber Warrior through a few long hallways in the lush mansion, hurrying as though his fervent waddling was the only thing that would save his life. Sergio gingerly opened the door to the wing’s enormous powder room, where Ms. DeMarco was gagged and tied to a heavy wooden chair. There was a bucket below her, filled with refuse, but not a sign of the guards.

Waltz pointed to the floor in front of Sergio to indicate he stay put. Sergio looked down, and got the M6 butt on the back of the head. Waltz caught Sergio and lowered him to the wooden floor. The weight of him was sheer agony.

Waltz slipped to the bedroom door, which was ajar. Inside the dim room was a thick fog of cigar smoke where half a dozen men sat in a circle cheering with fistfuls of paper as a woman rolled a set of dice. He caught the crimson glow of someone’s bionic eye, but they were focused on the bottle beside them and the rattle of the cubes. Fuck it, he thought.

Waltz stepped back to Moreen DeMarco and untied her. As she took off the black bag, he held his finger over his lips in a sign of silence. She nodded, took out the gag, and pointed to her bruised and battered legs and signed for him to pick her up. She was small, but sexy, even though her taught muscles were covered in black and blue.

What does she want me to do, fall over? I know she’s small but I’m barely walking here. Damn it, why did I have to go and knock out Sergio? He could’ve lifted the bitch.

To his utter horror she opened her mouth to persist:

“Pick me up,” she whispered.

“I will murder you right here and now, and make you watch as I gouge my own eyes out with that fork,” he said pointing to a catering cart nearby. “Don’t speak out loud again.”

He did his best to lean down and let her put a slender arm over his shoulder. As she rose, her feet stumbled and nearly fell out from under her. She grasped hold of his side with her other hand, and he felt something pop; a rib moved in a wholly unnatural way.

Waltz straightened her up and with his free hand bit into his fist as pain threatened to make him scream. His lungs throbbed and swelled and restricted his breathing.

The stars started to fade from his vision when his phone vibrated another warning: he had two minutes to exit unseen.

I’ll never make it, he thought.

They ambled out of the powder room and he looked both ways, moving her long blonde hair out of his face and immediately regretting again knocking out the only guide he had for the building. He had no idea where to go to reach the exits he had mapped out before; there was just the way they had come, the lobby, and it was sure to have people investigating the sloppily disposed of guard that he had foolishly left in the middle of the floor in his hurry.

I’m not thinking clearly, he realized. It’s only the pain. The pain is not going to get the better of me. I can drown it out. His ear buds had long since fallen out, but the sound of guitar soloing filled his head anyway and pushed away the paralyzing agony.

He stopped and turned Moreen around. They headed back to the powder room.

“You can’t take me back,” she protested.

“Shut-the-fuck-up,” he whispered. His eyes glowed threateningly, preternaturally, almost as if they were bionic and red, but they were not – they were just furious. The music came back and he sought peace, found peace.

*    *    *

     The alarms sounded blaringly. Waltz’s song snapped off in his head. He hurt so much. And the clangor made his head heavy with anguish.

     From the cramped storage of the catering cart, he sat with his charge on his lap. How they fit in that tiny coffin, he did not know. Every time Moreen shifted her weight needles fired in his broken body in a dozen places. He hated her guts.

*    *    *

They were wheeled down to the shipping area where the food carts were swapped for ones laden with more sustenance for the guests at the luxurious embassy. Talk of the escape and the lack of any video evidence added mystery to the story; it was thick in the voices of the staff. They were just meagerly paid servants, but Cyber was feared all the same . . . and for good reason.

THE END.

Cyberwar to be released on February 2, 2015 in all formats

It is official, the release date is February 2, 2015 for every format of author R.J. Huneke's Cyberwar from Pentian, including hardcover, softcover, and e-book.

This is the first time renowned European publisher Pentian, an imprint of Lantia LLC, is releasing a book in the United States in English and also the first time that a novel is being released in every available format at once so readers can choose how to enjoy the work.

Pentian hopes this new method of delivering books will revolutionize the way people read, like the way Netflix has changed the way we watch TV.

Be sure to inquire wherever you purchase your books (visit your local brick and mortar bookstore if you are getting paper, as there are a lot of good people working at bookstores that make it their mission to inform eager readers of some pretty amazing pieces of literature).

The author is happily agreeing to sign any books bought before the book LAUNCH TOUR 2015 that will be announced in upcoming days. All you have to do is sign up for the email list below and request a signature. We'll work it out from there.

The book is now available in some stores ahead of schedule, including Apple, Kindle, and paperback. SIGN ME UP FOR THE CYBERWAR EMAIL LIST
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Softcover, iBooks, Kindle Editions of Cyberwar Available Early

While the release date draws near for every edition of author R.J. Huneke's Cyberwar from Pentian, the book is now available in some stores ahead of schedule, including Apple, Kindle, and paperback.

Be sure to inquire wherever you purchase your books, and I always encourage visiting your local brick and mortar bookstore if you are getting paper. And there are a lot of good people working at bookstores that make it their mission to inform eager readers of some pretty amazing pieces of literature.

The author is happily relenting to sign any books bought before the book LAUNCH TOUR 2015 that will be announced in upcoming days. All you have to do is sign up for the email list below and request a signature. We'll work it out from there.
Cyberwar Series Mailing List Name * First Last Email * Comment * Submit

Stephen King's REVIVAL is Powerful

There is a saying that lightning never strikes twice, but in reality certain people are struck multiple times, just as Stephen King is able to write numerous top notch novels, like the powerful  Revival .

Sai King’s newest work calls upon the electricity of life.

Life can be bright and blinding and dark and scorched, and the protagonist Jamie Morton learns this painfully.

Jamie pieces together a story spanning across his life: as a young boy enamored when he first met the Reverend Charles Jacobs as he leaned over a dirt hill with a large shadow that descended upon a battle of plastic army men. Jamie remembers his first meeting vividly and this effect, the imprint, lasted, despite his not seeing Jacobs until two decades later when Jamie’s life as a successful rhythm guitarist was about to be erased by heroin.

The obsessive nature of the junkie pales in comparison to the Reverend Jacobs’s mind rattling addiction to learning more and more from “the hidden electricity” of the universe.

The writing is concise, sharp, and poignant.

King is truly at his best in terms of prose, where the effect of each paragraph carries with it a weight and a beautiful take on language.

The characters in the book are very different from King’s past works, and they are every bit as deep, interesting, and enticing as some of his most realistic individuals.

All religion aside, there is a soul to each of Revival’s people.

The reader learns to fear for a spectral event of incredible magnitude that happened in Jamie’s life, and the suspense and curiosity that accompanies this leads to an eye-opening ending that does not disappoint.

The fifth business that juggernauts Jamie’s life time and again is fascinated and consumed by the forces of electricity and his knowledge, miraculous tent revival healings, and experiments grow in a multitude of ways that leaves the reader stricken.

This R.J. Huneke article was originally published on Examiner.com.

You can order CYBERWAR by R.J. Huneke for the Amazon Kindle right now

That's right, folks, order away for Kindle ebook copies of CYBERWAR! 

You can read the first six chapters of the R.J. Huneke thriller Cyberwar on Amazon, for free, right now!

Just head to the page for the Kindle edition by clicking here.

The book will be released on all formats and in bookstores worldwide in the next few days, so look out for a BIG announcement very soon . . .

In the mean time the digital version has become available to purchase on Amazon now before the CYBERWAR LAUNCH EVENT that will take place very soon . . .

Stay tuned for upcoming  news on book readings and signings.

Introducing Xera Finn Cyberwar's Archangel

Once again the characters will not quiet themselves unless I let them have their moment to speak out, and Xera wants to be formally introduced, just as she was to William Waltz in Cyberwar. 

She is one of the most willful, courageous, endearing and vengeful Valkyries I have ever had the pleasure to meet. She is also a crux in Cyberwar. And I love her.

Read the excerpt, revel in it, enjoy it, share it, and when you want to read more be sure to enter the world of Cyberwar at Pentian.com here.

~RJH

Once again, Waltz found himself checking his pockets for the A-block phone that was not there. He walked slowly to the end of the hall in the dark and felt wholly unprepared. Before his hand could touch the door there was a buzz and someone spoke to him.

“Tell me who you are and why you are here,” said a silky voice.

“My name is William Waltz. Is this Xera?”

“Is that why you’re here? What do you want with Xera?” she said.

“Yes,” he said.

“Yes?”

“Yes, that’s why I’m here. I’m not comfortable discussing business with someone from the other side of a door,” he said coolly. 


Shadows draped the hallway and added to his unease. He was not used to being given the third degree before even getting a look at his interviewer or his surroundings. Fear gave way to anger and annoyance. He turned to stalk away.

“Business, Mr. Waltz?” He stopped and rounded back.

“Yes. With Xera. Is there a way I can see about meeting with her?” he asked.
 
“She is indisposed for the foreseeable future I am afraid, Mr. Waltz,” said the voice growing playful and sultry. 

“It’s important.” 

“I’m afraid you’ll have to come back another-“

“I can’t! You tell her that a powerful client is going to be dead if she doesn’t intervene right now,” said Waltz quickly. “If I seem on edge, it’s because I’m not used to being the one that’s threatened, but there it is.”

“Looks like I’ll be able to coax more than one word conversations out of you after all. Last question: where did you hear the name Xera?”

“Smokin’ Joe Ricca. He’s a bit of a slob, but not a bad guy. I occasionally barter with him in Port,” answered Waltz.

“I’m going to buzz you in. I can’t get to the door just now, but you can come in and tell me all about your . . . business,” she said. A loud buzz shook plaster dust from the ceiling. He stepped into Xera’s and was happy to see that at least one lamp was on.

*     *     *

Despite a single lamp on an end table, Xera Finn’s place was a house of shadows. The deep gray lines and black circles criss-crossed and draped Xera’s, keeping the place hidden in every way. Only a bathroom at the far end of the hall offered any real light, and it spilled from the door that was ajar, like sunlight following a lunar eclipse. He squinted and heard rain begin to pelt the roof outside.

In actuality, the light in the bathroom was not that bright. William Waltz entered the doorway and saw that two lampshades, made of thick frosted glass, covered a pair of fifty-watt incandescent bulbs that protruded from each side of the wall behind the sink; he would not have been able to shave in that kind of light.

He stepped fully into the room and stared down at an extraordinary pale woman. She was stretched out in a corroded iron bathtub with one stocking-ed leg over the rim, while her head rested back on a rolled up towel. Her dark, piercing eyes looked at him in a relaxed, observant manner and her hair hung in wet strands toward the floor, as though it were fingering her very brain. He caught his breath. 

Pre-order iBooks copy of R.J. Huneke's Cyberwar Now!

Pre-ordering for the R.J. Huneke thriller Cyberwar is now available in the Apple iBooks Store and includes free preview chapters!

The official release date for the mysterious novel from Pentian publishing is set for December 24, 2014.

Many are already starting to unwrap this gift, as the pre-order of Cyberwar gives multiple free chapters to readers instantly.

A hardcover and softcover edition will be in bookstores in the coming days, but for now anyone with an iPhone or iPad can take advantage and start reading!

Stay tuned for upcoming  news on book readings and signings.

R.J. Huneke's Cyberwar announcement of release date, the Launch Event & pre-ordering news

Well there has been a lot of speculation in the air, but the R.J. Huneke novel Cyberwar will officially be released in December ... from Pentian, and there will be a New York Launch Event ... possibly in a book haven in Union Square ... to kick off the Cyberwar Book Tour!

Let's hear from the author himself:

Hello Fellow Readers!

I am elated to be finalizing all of the long-running preparations for my new novel Cyberwar with the publisher, and though I cannot officially say anything just yet, I can tell you that the major news announcement of the release date is not far off and possibly could come later today.

You can read excerpts from the novel at its web site: CyberwarSeries.com.

The book, the first in the Cyberwar Series, will be available for pre-order this weekend from Barnes & Noble, Apple, Amazon and bookstores everywhere; I will let you know when it is!


The official announcement will also have details regarding the reading and signing to take place on the Cyberwar Book Tour 2014-2015, and I can say that I am very excited to be visiting some of my favorite places to find coveted books and to share my experiences and excerpts from the book, as well as sign copies for any interested Fellow Readers.


Where will the Cyberwar Launch Event be exactly? Now, I wish I could say just now. I will assure you that it will be a fun and intriguing event taking place in New York at an as-of-yet undisclosed location (for security reasons). I do enjoy the walk to Union Square in autumn as the clouds swirl their intricate shapes; I am always in search of good reads there...


RJH

New York Comic Con breaks 151,000 attendees: Rune Works highlights from the floor

The New York Comic Con 2014 broke the record for show attendees going over 151,000, and Rune Works Productions was on hand with its first booth, 1061, to report on all of the show floor’s incredulous action!

Where else does a life-size Smaug head loom with his dragon eye seeking out lunchmeat?

New York Comic Con is the place!

If you were in the vicinity of the Javit’s Center during October 9-12, or in Manhattan at large, you almost assuredly witnessed the pop culture invasion of the city with all of the artists, entertainers, and inspired cosplay Comic Con goers gracing the city streets.

The art, film, toys, anime, comics (of course), video games, and books bring beloved works to the masses.

This year's New York Comic Con broke the all time attendance record with [an] estimated 151,000 attendees surpassing San Diego Comic Con by 21,000 [and] . . . thus, becoming the largest comic book convention in North America.

From an artistic standpoint, one can easily be overrun with inspiration and the myriad innovative productions that come to make up the panels, screenings, and booths of the show.

And that is not even including the amazing fans, the kings of fandom, that dress up in the most intriguing and epic fashions to mimic their beloved characters from all lines of fiction.

Even George Clooney ended his hiding from nerd-dom, for the abysmal Batman and Robin, as he surprised tens of thousands of people walking the floor and plugging his newest movie.

"It is not lost on me that I'm spending my honeymoon at Comic Con," joked George Clooney, star of the upcoming Tomorrowland, once he sat down at the event.

At Booth 1061 in the center of the show floor, two of the major upcoming publications from Pentian were announced: the thriller Cyberwar, slated for a December 1st release this year, by Rune Works founder R.J. Huneke; and the limited release preview Issue # 0 of  Blackwood State , the graphic novel that will be a forthcoming three issue run, by Ivan O’Neill.

Things . . . fun things were promoted by the author and artist who were present to meet, sign, and talk-up fans with their new works, as amazing bits of mayhem waged war around them from the throngs of super-happy con goers.

Let’s Get It On!

Street Fighter throwbacks found the Rune Works corner, as two different Cammy’s met and squared off in an epic battle between two stunningly realistic depictions of the fighting game’s heroines (see the pictures!) vying for victory.

Artist and writer Ivan O’Neill had difficulty in restraining the two braided babes as they looked to finish each other off.

Similar meetings between damn near identical twin Mia’s – just in time for the anniversary of Tarantino’s masterpiece Pulp Fiction – occurred, though one was in dancing form and the other in post-overdoes form.

No leaf was left unturned as Groot made an appearance and even posed with a miniature dancing potted version of himself before Breaking Bad’s Gus – half blown up – wheeled with his nemesis in a wheelchair.

Nothing was taboo!

From the mobs of walking Game of Thrones cosplay cast to the endless rows of vintage, modern, and bound comic books, art was in abundance whether via the artists, their distributers, or the readers themselves.

Gandalf was wizarding as various different doctors were Who’ing.

To sum up the New York Comic Con 2014 experience into one word, it was . . . magic!


[This article was first published on Examiner.com: http://www.examiner.com/article/new-york-comic-con-breaks-151000-attendees-rune-works-highlights-from-the-floor]