Tuesday, April 25, 2017

ALL-DEATH COMICS by me and Flint Henry

A one-shot comic written by me and drawn by Flint Henry. It was a about a team of Golden Age superheroes ordered by Harry Truman to go to Hitler’s bunker in the waning days of the Third Reich and bring Der Fuhrer back alive. They wind up facing off both the SS and the invading Soviet troops. As you can see from the two panels here (Yes, PANELS not spreads) Flint REALLY got into it. Sadly, we never completed it as we couldn’t get a publisher interested.

The basic (VERY basic) premise was a team of the last surviving superheroes sent on a suicide mission to capture Hitler before the Soviets could.

Below are character drawings by Flint inked by Sergio Cariello.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Fact pages from THE 'NAM

Some fact pages I wrote and Wayne Vansant drew as filler for THE 'NAM reprint magazine.

Monday, February 6, 2017

A few of my favorite first lines.

They threw me off the hay truck about noon.

                                         The Postman Always Rings Twice
                                                                       James M. Cain

I first heard Personville called Poisonville by a red-haired mucker named Hickey Dewey in the Big Ship in Butte.
                                          Red Harvest
                                                 Dashiell Hammett

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.

                                                       George Orwell

The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out in the hills, resting.

                                                The Red Badge of Courage
                                                                Stephen Crane

Into the face of the young man who sat on the terrace of the Hotel Magnifique at Cannes there had crept a look of furtive shame, the shifty hangdog look which announces that an Englishman is about to talk French.

                                                 The Luck of the Bodkins
                                                                   P. G. Wodehouse

The train tore along with an angry, irregular rhythm.

                                                       Strangers on a Train
                                                                          Patricia Highsmith

When the knock came at the door, Parker was just turning to the obituary page.

                                                  The Jugger
                                                               Richard Stark