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Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Everybody wants to rule the world...

...I just want to watch it burn. Kidding. It better not burn cause now I'm a homeowner bitches! Thinking about doing a comic strip serial for the blog once I get settled in--anyone interested in seeing that?

Monday, June 28, 2010

Hell Comes for the Hurried now available at

Hell Comes for the Hurried is now available at as a multi-format ebook for FREE. That's right, free. I whipped up a pretty neat cover for it so please go download it, rate it, review it and tell others about it.

The Undead That Saved Christmas

I heard about this from Lyle of and will be submitting something. It sounds like a great project, and I hope some of you agree and submit something with me.
Here's the press release:

The Undead That Saved Christmas

Anthology edited and compiled by Lyle Perez-Tinics

Send submissions to (Please attach a .Doc or .PDF file containing your story. The first page of your story must contain your contact information and word count.)

Deadline is Aug. 20, 2010

Target release date Oct. 1, 2010

The Undead That Saved Christmas is a charity anthology of short-stories. All proceeds will go to the Hugs Foster Family Agency ( to help them give their foster children gifts this holiday season.

I am seeking Christmas/holiday themed short-stories ranging from 3000-10,000 words. The stories should have strong holiday themes and must contain zombies. Other then that it is all up to you. Be as gruesome as you’d like but keep in mind, the big kids at Hugs Foster might find a copy of this anthology in their stockings. Original stories only, please no reprints. Multiple submissions are fine up to three stories.

This anthology is for charity. There will be no payments and no contributor copies. This project for exposure only, and to help the foster kids at Hugs Foster Family Agency have a joyful holiday season this year.

In order to accumulate the most funds possible this anthology will be self-published. I am working on finding the best route possible. If anyone has information or suggestions on this please feel free to contact me at the email above.

Everyone is welcome to submit a story. If you have any question or would like more information please feel free to contact me at the e-mail above. Thank you so much for taking the time and I hope you consider this charity opportunity.

Tomorrow is the day.

I'll FINALLY be closing on my house tomorrow. I cannot wait. I have been beyond stifled for the past few years, leaving me feeling like an abject failure and hopefully tomorrow those feelings will shed like a second skin and I can start a new exciting chapter in my life. I have a spot picked out for my studio and pending funds I will begin working on it as soon as we are moved in. I will take some pics and put them up--of the studio, probably not the house, when the time comes, though it may take me some time. So if you notice a lack of posting it may be due to the move but after we're settled get ready for a load of art to come pouring out cause I wont have to worry about waking my son as I scribble and scratch at my drawing table.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Stay Dead: The Stranger & Tunnel Rats Now available for the Kindle!

That's right, finally you can get Stay Dead: The Stranger & Tunnel Rats for the kindle! Just go here. ...and it's only 99¢

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Arkham Asylum: Madness

So, Arkham Asylum Madness has finally come out. I was very happy to see it all printed and nicey-nice like. I think Sam Kieth has done some of his finest work in this book and I did some of my best lettering. All in all its well worth picking up, whether you like horror, comics, or just good art.

You can get it at as well as any other reputable book store and comic shop.

Thursday, you used to be…

…a day that meant band practice and coffee and conversations on music and life. Now you are a hollow day full of nothing. But I will find something to fill it with. Fear not. I've got…a…plan.

Monday, June 21, 2010

REVOLVER reviewed in the LA Times.

Here's a link to a review in the LA Times for REVOLVER, a Vertigo graphic novel I lettered. Should be out soon.

The cycle begins again.

The weekend faired me pretty well. My first father's day was nice, though the heat almost melted me, and now we all--most of us anyway--begin the cycle again. Monday, fuck you. I never you liked you anyway.

Friday, June 18, 2010

The Seed

Has hit over 200 downloads…sadly not a single review or rating. If you've read it, go rate it over at smashwords so other people will be tempted to download it as well. It only takes a sec.

Here's the link:

Jonah Hex...

What can I say? I don't want to blatantly bash a movie the company I work for is responsible for, but it was not good. If you liked Ghost Rider you might like Jonah Hex...'nuff said.

Friday, the grind is almost done.

Then we can start the weekend grind. Going to see Jonah Hex at 10 am...have mixed feelings on how this will turn out. Got my coffee, had a granola bar x 2, and working on an issue of Scooby-Doo that has zombies in it--could be worse--could be Monday.

Thursday, June 17, 2010


A new day and I've realized that the world just doesn't make sense. Not that I thought it did, or think it should, just sayin'.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

House on awesome poster.

My current place of residence.

Birds of Prey #2

Well, this week it looks like the only book I lettered was Birds of Prey #2. A lot of folks are digging it.

Wednesday is here…why am I?

Well, its the middle of the work week for me. I'm really hating on my commute. I now pay more money for less bus service and they're rarely on time. It's criminal and I have no option other than to grin and bear it--so I shall. Luckily, or unluckily it is comic day here at work and I anticipate getting my bundle if I get another reprieve I will let you know what I lettered this week...till then.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Sexy Time.

Love this poster. Even if it were just the hands reaching out of the ground it would narly.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Stay Dead: A Day With The Dead now on Smashwords!

And it's FREE! Thanks wifey for being on the cover! Please head over there and download it and rate it.

Monday, Bloody Monday.

And I did it, Stay Dead a novel is done. I just need to come up with some chapter titles--3 to be exct-- and bammo--lookout first readers.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Cause for celebration!

Just got an acceptance letter for one of my short stories! I'm not going to say anything further until it's available in print--but it happened, guess I don't suck too bad eh? Boo-ya!

You want to know what grinds my gears?

When I gulp the last bit of coffee and get a mouthful of grinds...ugh.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Novel almost done!!!

So, excited I just had to post this. Finally hit over 60, 000 words and nearing 300 pages. Stay Dead the novel is almost done--the first draft anyway. So to all you clowns who volunteered to be first readers get ready this might just be done before the nights over!

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

NEW T-SHIRTS! Brains! Priceless & Thrilled

A ways back I had posted some designs I wanted to make t's out of and I was going to do some sort of vote system and do one but f that. I'll be taking pre-orders for these shirts by email put 'AR Shirt Pre-order' in the subject line and in the body let me know what size and what design (there's only 3; Brains!, Priceless, & Thrilled) and include your address so I can calculate shipping. I need 12 pre-orders per style before I commit to a run so you may have to wait a bit for the order to be filled. PayPal only. Once you email me I will send you an invoice for the order and then you wait. It's that easy, honest. Shirts are $10 USD, add $2 USD for sizes over XL (sorry, the print shop charges me that, so I have to charge you that). These are high quality, professionally printed shirts, not that Cafe Press garbage.

48 Pieces, a serial novel, by Bryan Wolford

Bryan Wolford, Co-Editor and contributor of Dark: A Horror Anthology has begun A Horror Crime Serial Novel on his blog, 48 Pieces. I know this will be good and am so looking forward to it!

Monday, June 7, 2010

The Joke

I'm the joke and I didn't get it till just…now.

Stay Dead: The Garden

Here's a new Stay Dead short story…

The Garden

Kurt loads up his wheelbarrow as usual. He tossed in all of the gardening tools he’d need for the day; rake, hoe, shovel, spade, trowel, and plenty others heaped on top of each other. He pulled his gloves on tight, heading out of the shed and over to the garden. The morning was warm and the sun hung low. The moans of the dead filled the air, but it was nothing Kurt wasn’t used to. He’d heard the noises for a long time now, longer than he thought was possible. He never could figure out how the dead things were able to make noise—it just didn’t make any sense to him. Not that he needed to make sense of it; all Kurt really needed was to tend to his garden.

Gardening was his labor of love before the deaders began rising, and he’d be damned to hell if he stopped it after they showed up. It was part of his ritual, part of his life, and by not doing it he’d be giving into the darkness of the new world. It was one of his ways of defying the new world and its ways, one of the few, and a way to reconnect with the earth.

As Kurt neared his garden, a deader staggered into view. He was surprised that it was alone, he’d only seen them traveling in packs. The deader stepped closer, barely able to balance its mass on its crooked, bloated, legs. Kurt slowly approached it, pushing his wheelbarrow, unaffected by the sight of the creature. He stopped pushing the wheelbarrow, grabbed his shovel and stepped dangerously close to the dead thing. Kurt gripped the shovel tight in both hands and jabbed at the deader's throat. He knocked the creature to the ground, following through with his jab, and continuing to push as the deader hit the ground. The shovel pierced through the tough skin of its throat and crunched into its spine as Kurt continued to push down. Eventually his weight and determination forced the shovel through the deader’s spine. The splintering noise of it was pushed aside as Kurt began to sever the head from the body. He grunted as he worked the shovel through the rest of the deader’s throat. When he was done, he returned the shovel to the wheelbarrow. He reached down and grabbed the deader’s head, which stared at him as he tossed it into his wheelbarrow. He left the body where it lay, and walked over to the garden.

He walked down the rows of moaning heads that comprised a large portion of his garden. Dead eyes followed him as he pushed the wheelbarrow down to the end. Kurt knelt down, and began digging a little hole. He grabbed the severed head, placing it in gently, and patted dirt around it. The dead thing’s eyes never stopped staring at Kurt, none of the heads in the garden did.

The End.

It's Monday…

It's Monday… and I'm back at it. 'Twas a busy weekend and to be honest I'm not sure if I'm looking forward to the next one. I got my coffee, got my headphones up and listening to the latest episode of Midnight Corey and he's interviewing Eric S. Brown who is so damn prolific that it makes me think he has made a deal with the devil. No man can write as much as he can, yet he does…something's up with that. C'mon devil, let's make a deal.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

The Harvest: Epilogue (A.K.A.Chapter Fifteen, A.K.A. The Conclusion, A.K.A. The End)

The telepathic creatures swam to shore. They were not very adept swimmers, but they managed well enough anyway. As some of them begin to reach the shoreline they were greeted by S’tahgrah’s werewolf brethren. The telepaths tried to invade their minds but the werewolves were too fast and fierce, leaving nothing but puss-covered husks littering the shoreline.

S’tahgrah swam to to shore with Len on his back and the others stayed cautiously behind. They were greeted by close to thirty werewolves, some large, others small, with different colored fur for each. They didn’t know what to make of S’tahgrah and his companions.

“Brothers and Sisters,” S’tahgrah spoke, “these are friends of the breed.”
“They are no friends of ours,” an elder from among them spoke. “And they are not welcomed to stay in our sacred forests. Who are you?”
“S’tahgrah of the Nem-Stro. Let them stay the night. Let them choose to be breed or not. We have been wounded, they are not fit to survive this world without my--without our help.”
“You know half-breeds cannot stay in the sacred forests either, S’tahgrah of the Nem-Stro,” the elder spoke.
“I know, but they will not stay, only pass through. Till I can get them to a safe place. Please, we will not sleep till we are through. We fought together, as breed, they have heart…without their help I would be lost among the black in between the stars.”
“Fine, S’tahgrah, fine. But, if they shall sleep among us… then you shall suffer their fates as well.”
S’tahgrah lowered his head slowly, showing respect to the elder.
“Go now, and move swift. If others stop you tell them you have the blessings of Rekkmah of the Hom-Weh.”
“May the moons always shine for you Rekkmah of the Hom-Weh,” S’tahgrah spoke.

The elder nodded. S’tahgrah signaled for the others to follow. They didn’t hesitate. He led them through the alien woods, which to Len looked much like the North American woodlands he was familiar with, but he was too out of it to tell the difference. Dax was having difficulty breathing the new air. The more he ran, the harder it became to breathe, but he had to push on. Vavoo was unaffected and moved as swift as ever, injuries aside.

They saw other werewolves along the way, some followed from a distance, others paid no mind. The daylight began to fade away and night grew chillier. The air was filled with the howling of the breed. The moons hung over head, one more bright and present then the others, enough to see in the thick of the woods.

Hours passed yet they continued to move through the woods as fast as possible.
“How much longer,” Dax wheezed.
“Not much…when the third moon is brightest.”
“Translation?” Vavoo asked.
“Dig around in my head a bit,” he replied.
“Do you really want me to be looking around in there?” Vavoo asked.
“A few more hours.”
Dax almost passed out after hearing his response, but he had no choice but to trudge on.

Once they reached the land outside of the sacred forests they collectively collapsed. Len was near death, and the others were exhausted.
“Thirsty…hungry,” Dax complained.
“Me too,” Vavoo agreed.
“Need a doctor,” Len managed.
“You need more than a doctor. Maybe we should just eat you,” S’tahgrah suggested.
Len’s eyes grew wide in terror.
“Just kidding,” S’tahgrah said. “But seriously, your leg is infected and your bone is shattered. No one on this planet except me will help you…and there’s only one thing I can do for you.”
“What’s that?” Len asked.
“This might be hard to hear, but I know you just found out for yourself, didn’t you?”
“I did. Do it.”
“Are you sure?”

Len nodded. S’tahgrah leapt at him and bit down into his shoulder and neck. Len screamed louder than he himself thought possible. Vavoo and Dax jumped in surprise but after a brief trip to telepathic land they were all on the same page. S’tahgrah continued to drink, nearly draining Len of blood. Then he stopped, and Len blacked out.

“If he lives…”
“We know.” Vavoo said.
“Now, what about us? Can you lend us a spaceship?” Dax asked.
“This might just be easier to say…no. We do not believe in traveling past our world. We have technology centers, but nothing that can get you home. You may be able to send some sort of transmission to your people, and maybe they can come and get you, but until then, you’re stuck here.”
“Great! I’m stuck on a planet full of werewolves that don’t believe in technology…I can barely breath here!”
“You’ll adjust, or you’ll die, or I can do for you what I did for Len.”
“Oh, you can bite the shit out of me and turn me into a werewolf? Yeah, that sounds great,” Dax exclaimed and then weezed.
“It may be the only thing that can keep you alive. My world is not kind.”
“Can I think about it?”
“Sure, but come tomorrow I’ll being making my journey home.”
“Then what?” Vavoo asked.
“Then we part ways.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”

The End.

Thanks for reading The Harvest. I hope you enjoyed this weekly adventure as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you did, please consider telling others about it. I have plans for another serial, but I have to keep quiet on that for may be a co-writing experiment with two other writers, and that’s all I’ll say. If that falls through, I’ll think of something…

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Dastardly Double Feature

Love these movie posters. Been scouring the internet for the last few days in search of old movie posters I like for inspiration. I'll post some more up for yall soon, double feature-like.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Scalped Volume 6 is a Bestseller!

So, technically I'm kinda sorta a New York Times Bestseller, but not really… Scalped Volume 6 is on The New York Times Bestseller List. How awesome is that? Pretty awesome, way to go Jason Aaron and the rest of the creative team!

Check out the article here.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

The Comet pin-up

It's been a hot minute since Corey Breen (check out his blog and look for the pencils) and I did a piece here it is… he pencilled and I inked. Enter, The Comet…

It didn't come out as good as I'd planned, my blue-line copy printed dark and bled into some of my lines in the scan so some lines are thicker looking than they should be, but I'm still happy enough with it.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

10 Questions for George A. Romero put up a cool little article with the man, the myth, the legend...George A. Romero. Go check it out here.

Motion Picture Massacre

So, I did a "guest appearance" on Motion Picture Massacre. We talked about Harper's Island. It was a good time, check out the blog here and subscribe to the podcast and give the show a listen. Thanks Vaughn for asking me to be a part of the show!