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Monday, March 29, 2010

Don't Look in the Podcast: March Feedback (episode 40)

So, the Stay Dead: The Stranger and Tunnel Rats promo is making the rounds, and I couldn't be happier about it. Don't Look in the Podcast, the March Feedback episode is the latest place you can hear it. Thanks gang--its much appreciated, especially fellow zombie author Robert R. Best whose book, Lakewood Memorial, should be in your next Amazon.com order.

Click on the title link to be taken to the DLITP site.

The Harvest: Chapter Five







EeMeee began his telepathic search once again. His pustules grew engorged, oozing atop its bulbous body. Its spindly legs twitched. Len’s head began to ache as did the werewolf’s. The vampires grew agitated and began to hiss. EeMeee eventually stopped his search.

“We shall have help momentarily,” EeMeee stated.
“Looks like they may be too late,” Len pointed at several more of their captors approaching from further down the corridor. They were equipped with what looked like cheesy ray-guns out of an old b-movie.
“Well, this was your idea,” EeMeee giggled.

Len paid the wise-ass space-spider no mind. He turned to the werewolf whom looked ready to pounce. His massive shoulders were hunched and his teeth were glistening with saliva. The ray-gun toting vampires began to raise their weapons. They took aim, and fired without warning. Thin bright bursts of white-hot energy blasted out of them. All of the shots hit their marks; Len screamed as the energy blasted him in the gut, he fell to the ground convulsing; EeMeee dropped instantly, writhing in pain—though it didn’t verbalize it; and the werewolf took the blast without wincing. The werewolf roared and lunged at the guards. Two more fired their weapons, one missed, and one hit, but the massive beast trudged forward.

They fired again, the werewolf took four shots at close range and only then felt any pain, but not enough to stop him from grabbing two of the vampires by their heads and smacking them together. Their heads erupted with a splat and a crunch. Their bodies dropped lifelessly to the ground. The werewolf was fired upon again, and again, but he refused to feel it. His fur took on burn marks but his viciousness and resolve only grew. He thrust his arm out to grab another of the vampires, but the quick creature dodged just in the nick of time. The vampire fired a shot to the werewolves face, burning him—the werewolf roared and took another swing, this time connecting. His claws dug into the creatures head, shattering the mask and revealing the smooth milky flesh underneath. The vampire whimpered, clutching at the wound and unable to move from the next blow. The werewolf tore off the vampires head, spurting blood on the wall. The last of the ray-gun toting vampires ran away. The ones without weapons disappeared sometime during the scuffle, taking Len and EeMeee with them.

The werewolf tried to pick up one of the scattered weapons, but it was too small for his massive hands. He crushed it and dropped it into a puddle of the vampire’s blood. He turned to the sound of approaching feet. Two naked creatures came running down the corridor, one of them covered in blood and sludge and carrying the weapon for vampire who ran away. One of the creatures resembled a giant slug with arms and a head like an alligator. The other looked more like a humanoid with dark leathery skin and small needles jutting from its flesh, as she approached it became clear that she was indeed a she—her nipples looked painful to touch.

The female spoke to the werewolf and he roared back—they didn’t know each other’s language, but figured they were on the same side. After all, they were all naked and cover in sludge and surrounded by little ray-guns, of which the slug-like creature picked one up. The werewolf grunted and pointed. The female nodded, the slug-like creature clicked its teeth together and they followed as the werewolf took off in a trot down the corridor. He sniffed the air, looking for the scent of his two missing companions and found it.

The path led him to the end of the corridor where a large hexagonal doorway stood. The werewolf punched it fiercely, but upon impact his knuckles crunched. He whimpered and grew embarrassed, shaking the pain away from his hand. The slug-like creature wiggled toward the side of the door and noticed a pad for a hand print. He made some odd noises and pointed at it; the other two looked and figured it out.

The female ran back the way they came, the others followed. She stopped when she reached the pile of bodies. She pulled the hand of one of the vampires, and with her other hand aimed the gun at the wrist and fired. She held the hand up in the air, and ran back to the doorway.

She placed the hand on the pad and the door began to open. She kept the hand, and walked through the doorway.




Tune in Next Week for The Harvest: Chapter Six!
Be sure to leave comments and let me know what you think of the serial thus far.

Friday, March 26, 2010

American Vampire/Pearl painting

As most of my followers will know I'm lettering American Vampire, which is kind of a big deal. Written by Scott Snyder and Stephen King, with art by Rafael Albuquerque and colors by Dave McCaig. The book is awesome and Scott has created a great character in Pearl so I figured i would do my own rendition of her using only purple and white paint on a black artboard, enjoy…

Vampira from Plan 9 From Outer Space

From one of the ultimate B-movies ever, Plan 9 From Outer Space--Vampira! I went old school for this and busted out some markers. Ink and Markers on bristol. I'm really happy with this one.



Stephanie Beacham sketch portrait

From one of my favorite fun Hammer Horror films--Dracula A.D. 1972--Stephanie Beacham. I loved the style of this movie, the women and their hair are just great. Super sexy and in need of sketching…here's the aftermath…

The Harvest: Concept Art

Here's a concept illustration of an alien, its an early idea for the space vampires in my current serial--The Harvest. I like it, but not quite what I picture the space vamps to look like.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Bestseller podcast: The Official podcast of Keith Latch.

As if the Bestseller podcast: The Official podcast of Keith Latch wasn't awesome enough in its own right, Keith was kind enough to play a promo for my novella (Stay Dead: The Stranger & Tunnel Rats) at the beginning of episode 12 of Bestseller.

Click on the title link above to be magically swept away to the shows feed.

If any other radio shows, or podcasts would like to play it, let me know and I'll send it over.

Swamp Thing Painting

I did this painting of Swamp Thing a few months back and didn't want to post it, but I've been slacking on posting up some artwork so here you go. I really don't like how this turned out at all--I lost everything that was good about the drawing and couldn't bring it back to life. The only thing I do like are the trees and orange sky in the background.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Blizzard of 2010, My Cold America

One more saved from the wreckage...


Blizzard of 2010

So the blizzard of 2010 was beautiful. I managed to get outside and take a shit ton of pics, one of the camera's i used was a vinate minolta, which after having shot two rolls of film may have some issues that I can't seem to figure out. I'm in the process of trying to salvage some of them via photoshop but few will surive. Here's one...


The Harvest: Chapter Four








The werewolf threw Len over his shoulder and grabbed EeMeee with the same arm. He jumped up grabbing the twisted metal of the floor and threw himself upward. The large beast landed on the cold steel with a powerful THUD.

“Now what,” Len asked.
“This was your plan, you tell me,” EeMeee replied.
The werewolf roared in frustration.
“Fuck! You said you read that bitch’s mind,” Len yelled.
“In order to get us out of the chamber,” EeMeee replied calmly, stifling a giggle.

The werewolf took off running, smashing his free hand on the wall in aggravation. From behind them screeched their captors—they were in pursuit and moving like fast shadows.

“How can we kill them?” Len asked.
“Many different ways,” EeMeee said.
“Are you trying to be cryptic?”
“No.”

The werewolf roared, and began to slow down. At the other end of the corridor another group of the space-vampires rounded the corner. They were blocked on both sides. The werewolf stopped and placed both Len and EeMeee down. He looked around quickly, spotting a series of pipes to his right he punched at them. The blow was enough to crack them open, making them easier to pry off the wall. He pulled them loose, kept one, and gave the other to Len.

Len took the pipe, it was heavy in his hands and he fought to keep it upright. The werewolf held it in one hand with ease. It looked tiny is his grasp. The vampires slowly approached. The sludge that covered most of Len had dripped off—he was still filthy with it, but with most of it gone he realized how naked he was.

“EeMeee get us out of this,” Len pleaded.

The werewolf roared furiously at the approaching bloodsuckers. His thick tufts of hair glistened with the oily sludge. As he roared more of the sludge fell to the floor, revealing more and more of his silvery-grey fur. His snout was long and scarred. His eyes as red as blood.

One of the space-vampires leapt at the werewolf, quickly followed by a second and a third. The werewolf swung at the first and connected—he smashed something inside the creature to bits. One of the others landed on his back, wrapping his arms around the werewolf’s thick throat, while its tentacles dug into the big beast. The third tried to tackle the beast at the waist, but the massive werewolf didn’t budge. The other two slowly approached Len and EeMeee.

The werewolf raked its razor sharp claws across the back of the vampire at his waist. The creature screamed and slashed back, giving back an equally bloody set of gashes—the werewolf howled and swung back tearing off the vampires head. Once he dropped the creatures head the two that approached Len and EeMeee stood their ground, not wanting to move in any closer. The other still clung to the werewolf’s back, drinking its blood via the tentacles that extended from its mask. The massive werewolf reached up with both hands clutching the creature, and throwing it against the wall. The vampire moved with the throw and landed in a crouch against the wall. It eventually cowered away, but released an angered hiss first.

They stood at a standstill. The vampire that clung to the side of the wall raised his hand to his face, pressing a button on his mask. It said something quietly and brought its hand back down.

“What was that,” Len asked.
“You ask a lot of questions,” EeMeee replied, “are all of your kind so inquisitive?”
“Just great, I get stuck with a wise-ass space spider,” Len shook his head.
“You think I resemble a spider?” EeMeee asked.
“Never mind.”
“In regards to your question, he notified his superior of this event.”
“Great. If they’re getting reinforcements we’re gonna need more help to fight these things. Are there anymore werewolves that can help us out?” Len asked.
“Not that I can tell. There are dozens of humans. Some other animals from your planet, and many more wonderful creatures—though not many of a violent nature,” EeMeee replied.
“Well, get the violent ones, please,” he paused, “now.”





Tune in Next Week for The Harvest: Chapter Five!
Be sure to leave comments and let me know what you think of the serial thus far.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Stay Dead: The Stranger and Tunnel Rats audio promo!

Stay Dead: The Stranger and Tunnel Rats audio promo has made its "on air" debut on Mail Order Zombie episode 112! Thanks Brother D and Mrs. Bren for "airing" it, and thanks to my good bud and all around great musician James Caldwell (When They All Fell, Define, It Doesn't Matter) for putting it together--yup he did everything on it!

If you have a podcast or radio show and would like to play it, contact me and I'll send it over to you.

Monday, March 15, 2010

American Vampire Book Trailer

http://www.stephenking.com/promo/american_vampire/promo_video/lo/


This is just too darn awesome, wish they used some of the lettered pages, but what the heck. American Vampire drops this week, so happy to be on this book with great talent all round.

The Harvest: Chapter Three









“What happened? How did it work?” Len rifled off.
“She was too occupied to guard her thoughts. A one-track mind,” EeMeee said.
“That was a she, huh? Didn’t seem very feminine,” he paused, “so, what did you see?”
“I didn’t see anything. I read her mind, parts of it anyway. There is a way out, however, its right above us, and neither of us can reach that high.”
“Hmm, that’s not exactly great news Eem,” Len said, thinking.
“I guess we can try that,” EeMeee said.
“Try what,” Len asked.
“Oh, sorry, I read your thought. We can try that if you want.”
“Yeah, do it!”

EeMeee reached out telepathically, looking for other creatures that may share the same interests. There were many—possibly even thousands, but EeMeee couldn’t be certain—though, not all capable of getting themselves out of their chambers and not all of them wanted to get out. One in particular had the size, strength, physical prowess and preferred proximity. EeMeee reached out to it—learning its language and conversing with it. It liked what EeMeee had to say and would like nothing more than to attempt an escape.

“Now it’s your turn, Len,” EeMeee said.
“My turn for what?”
“Get the attention of our captors.”
“You’re kidding right?”
“No. You want to get out of here don’t you?”
“Well, yeah…” Len hesitated.
“Then get their attention. I don’t want to get hurt again, so soon—you know I hate violence,” EeMeee giggled.
“Shit,” Len mumbled. He took a deep breath and began to scream. “Come and get me you bloodsucking fuckers! Come on, let’s see what you leeches got,” he yelled himself hoarse.

They came. One entered the chamber, the same as before. Len cowered away. The cloaked figure moved to him quickly raking her long, sharp fingers across his chest. Len screamed and fell backward. He had four large scratches across his chest. They began to bleed. The tentacles on the mask darted outward and began to suckle at the scratches. Len whimpered. The cloaked creature hissed.

From somewhere close by erupted a monstrous roar and the sound of shattering metal. The tentacles retracted, and the cloaked figure quickly left the chamber. The roaring drew closer. The vampiric captors screeched. The noises of intense battle echoed overhead and reverberated in the chamber. The noises ended—a victorious roar was heard, followed by the thudding footsteps that ended on the grate above their heads.

The creature roared again, and EeMeee spoke back via its telepathy. The large creature tore the grate to shreds and jumped down, splashing the sludge everywhere.

“W-werewolf,” Len muttered.
“Not exactly,” EeMeee replied, “but close, this one is much bigger than those you perceive.”
“Yep,” Len squeaked, straining his neck to look at the massive beast. A trickle of piss ran down his leg.
The werewolf roared.
“He said we must go. There are more coming. He can smell them,” EeMeee translated.





Tune in Next Week for The Harvest: Chapter Four!

Monday, March 8, 2010

Stay Dead: The Stranger and Tunnel Rats has been mentioned on Horror ETC episode 125!

THE HORRORETC BOOK CLUB 2 (episode 125.

Be sure to give this episode a listen, and in general the show, to hear a brief mention of Stay Dead: The Stranger and Tunnel Rats!


Here's the link: http://horroretc.com/Episodes%20121-125.html

Sunday, March 7, 2010

The Harvest: Chapter Two







“We’ve got to get out of here,” Len whispered, pacing around in the sludge, his member shriveled.
“They will kill us,” EeMeee reasoned.
“They’re gonna kill us anyway,” Len snapped. “What difference does it make if we try to escape or sit here and wait? If we sit here, we know we’re going to die, right? So, if we at least try to get out of here, there is the slight chance we might not die.”
“No, there is the very good chance we will die that much quicker,” EeMeee replied.

Len wanted to scream, the space-spider had to be nuts. Why else wouldn’t the creature want to escape? Unless he was one of them—but Len didn’t think he was. Len looked around the chamber. It was very dark, and therefore very hard to see anything. He held his hand out in front of him and could barely see it. The sludge came up to his knees, it was thick like oil and stank like rot and mold.

He slowly moved around the chamber and eventually found a wall. He walked along it feeling along the wall hoping his fingers found a way out.

After several trips around the chamber they found nothing. There were seems, and grates, sure, but no glowing exit sign. He put his back to the wall and slumped down into the sludge. He had to piss, so he just let it go. It made a small patch of warmth around his crotch and he didn’t care.

“Even if we could get out of here, what would you do? How could you get home?” EeMeee asked.
“I don’t know…kill them all and try to steer this thing home,” Len replied only partially serious.
“Oh, you’re a violent one,” EeMeee began to giggle, “don’t like violence. So messy, so very messy,” the spider-thing skittered closer to Len.
“No, I’m not violent. When I get angry sure, and when some space vampires want to drink my blood yes,” he paused, “but violent? No, I can be if that’ll get me home.”
“Home. I don’t think we are ever getting to go home. This is home now,” EeMeee accepted.
“Wait…you can read my mind right?”
“Mostly.”
“What do you mean mostly,” Len asked.
“If you are open to it, I can. I know what you are thinking, but these ‘vampires’ as you call them don’t usually leave their minds open.”
“Can you open them?”
“Maybe,” EeMeee replied.
“Well, fucking try it, man,” Len said excitedly.
“It may prove fatal, but if you insist.”

The bulbous creature moved itself to the center of the chamber. The pustules on its back began to swell and pulsate. Len heard—no, felt—shrieking noises begin to grow in the back of his head. It grew louder and higher. The pain was furious. He could hear other noises—what sounded like screams—from other chambers, he thought. Light erupted once more through the grates, followed by the shadows. They screamed into the chamber in their native tongue, slamming their hands and feet against the grate.

EeMeee continued to emit its loud noise. The creatures above grew angrier—their shouts more fierce. The grate shifted open and one of the figures swooped inside clinging to the ceiling. It moved like a swift shadow from ceiling to wall to floor to between Len and EeMeee. The thing was cloaked in dark rag-like cloths and wore what looked like a gasmask with several tentacles dangling in front. Its hands were disproportionately long as were its fingers—pointy too. It hissed at Len, who pressed his back against the wall, then turned its attention to EeMeee. It lifted EeMeee with one of its long-fingered hands, shouting something and squeezing the poor spider-like alien. The noise stopped, and then the creature threw EeMeee against the wall. The cloaked space-vampire then leapt after it and began to shout once more. It then left as swiftly as it came. The grate closed, and the lights were gone once more. Len rushed over to EeMeee.

“Are you okay,” he asked.
“No. Lot of pain,” EeMeee replied. “It worked,” the thing giggled.



Tune in Next Week for The Harvest: Chapter Three!

Monday, March 1, 2010

Stay Dead: Amazon.com Reviews!

So, I have my first two amazon.com reviews for Stay Dead: The Stranger and Tunnel Rats: If you're interested in reading them, check them out here: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0557167523/ref=cm_cr_thx_view

Feel free to add a review as well, and let amazon know that you thought these reviews were helpful.

It Doesn't Matter has been featured on The BoneBat Show!!

Taken from www.bonehand.com

"The Dickening!" 02/28/10

This Episode: Gord and Steve scour the nation to bring you a slew of new music from friends of The BoneBat Show! You'll hear great tunes from Missouri's Shaman's Harvest, It Doesn't Matter from NJ, Minneapolis's own Love-Cars, and straight outta Medicine Hat,HelltracK, featuring Jeff Crazy of It Came From The Basement who joins us LIVE! All this plus reviews of Sandboxie, HBO's Generation Kill, Evil Power by Lair of the Minotaur, Retribution from Obscura, Dante's Inferno (the EA Game, not the book...),and Mister Slaughter by Robert R McCammon in Multimedia Triage, "What Pisses us Off", Filthy Jokes, brand new feature "Stolen Bit of the Week", and the TRUTH about why The Mike O' Meara Show suddenly disappeared last week are revealed in this extra ornery episode 41 of The BoneBat Show!

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The Harvest: Chapter One







“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Len said.
He was about to open the door to his car when a flash of light blinded him and rendered him unconscious. He woke up in a slimy chamber, naked, shivering, and covered in some sort of dark slimy sludge. He pulled his hand out of the muck and flicked it off his hand as best he could; he then wiped what he could off his face.
“Where the hell am I,” he asked himself, not expecting an answer.
“You’re here,” giggled a voice from a dark corner of the chamber.
“Wha—oh, fuck! Who’s there,” he called into the darkness.
“No one you care to know,” said the voice. “Just a meal for them, just like you,” the voice giggled.
“M-meal,” Len replied.
“M-meal,” the voice echoed, giggling still.
“Keep laughing and I’ll ram my fist down you’re throat,” Len said, surprised at his own anger.
“Oh, be nice. I m-mean you no harm,” giggled the voice.
“You bastard, show yourself,” Len demanded.
“I don’t think you can handle my appearance,” the voice said.
“Try me,” Len said.
“If you insist.”

From the corner of the chamber skittered a spider-like creature, with pale yellow skin and bulbous pustules leaking all over the top of its form. Len stumbled backward, falling back into the sludge.
“I told you,” came the voice, but Len couldn’t see a mouth.
“What are you, where am I,” Len asked.
“I am me, and we are here,” the thing giggled, “I am called EeMeee, though I have no name and we are prisoners aboard a vessel.”
“What do you mean a ‘vessel’,” Len asked, his fear growing by leaps and bounds.
“A spacecraft,” EeMeee said.
“That’s not possible.”
“Look around you, look at me,” have you seen anything like this on your world EeMeee asked.
“No, but you can talk…you can talk English,” Len tried to reason.
“I cannot. I have no mouth. I have no language. You’re not hearing me, I am inside your head—what you call telepathy—I can only use what you know to communicate,” EeMeee said.
“This isn’t possible. I was going to work, I…I…” Len stammered.

Light erupted from overhead, shining down upon them in rays that pierced through a large grate. Shadows moved through the light, they made loud noises and clattered something on the grate. The shadows moved away, and the light went off.
“They said to shut up, or die painfully,” EeMeee translated.
“What are they?”
“What you would call Vampires, Bloodsuckers,” EeMeee paused, “but they are not much like the ones in your mind.”
Len began to dry-heave.
Len didn’t believe in vampires, they were myths, folklore legends, and chick-lit paperbacks. They certainly didn’t fly around in space and abduct average Joe-Schmoe’s like Len Higgins. Yet here he was, naked, covered in slime, talking to a giant, telepathic, space-spider. What the fuck am I going to do now, he thought, and didn’t have the slightest idea.




Tune in Next Week for The Harvest: Chapter Two!