“That day . . . we began our long journey through an insidious and profane realm. Innocence dissolved quickly after we stepped into . . . the cave.”
“The cave changed us. Made us.”
“The cave cost us . . . ”
“We weren’t supposed to go in there. We never should have entered the shadows . . . ”
“Something left a back door open.”
Okay, true confession time here. I’ve just read Farel Dalrymple’s graphic novel, The Wrenchies, and I have to admit, I’m not sure what I just read . . .
. . . but I’m damn impressed with it.
“August Fenwick, one of the city’s wealthiest men, hides a secret life of adventure as his city’s mysterious champion.”
“Together with his trusty driver, Kit Baxter, who joins him in his quest as The Flying Squirrel, he fights an endless battle, that all those who serve evil shall fear the . . . Night of the Red Panda!"
It’s the end of summer. You know what that means . . . all the blockbusters have come and gone. Kids are going back to school. The shorts and t-shirts are going back into the dresser for next year and are being replaced with boring ties and too-tight collars. What is there to look forward to?
“Look at these cool, old, crumbly buildings! I know, I’m a hick. I’m easily impressed by old buildings. But, I love how the old buildings are huddled up between the skyscrapers . . . and the skyscrapers, now that they have no sky, are mostly bases for big, multi-use mountains that go up, floor after floor of glass and sparkle. Shops and apartments and warehouse and every other damned thing. Amazing. They just go up and up.”
“If only time travel were so easy.”
“We’re all time travelers if we live long enough.”
In Finder: Third World, Carla Speed McNeil’s lonely mystic vagabond Jaeger Ayers has come back to civilization after his long and often psychedelic journeys through this urban aboriginal dream-time world. As a “Finder,” a member of secret society of unnaturally skilled tracker-hunters, he’s held many jobs from killer to gigolo to soldier. But, with his return to society, he takes on his most dangerous and well-suited job yet: Delivery boy for X-Ray’s Couriers. Their motto? “We’ll get through.”
“Brutality and ignorance . . . are the hallmarks of crime! It’s stain is borne by the helpless and the weak. A rancid weed, sprung from craven soil! Even a Viper strikes only to defend. THE SHADOW KNOWS!”
After completing the momentous delivery of the complete Grendel Saga in three spectacular volumes, Dark Horse may have to go and start working on an addendum with the stellar release of a new Hunter Rose sage, Grendel vs. The Shadow.
“To the Heroes. They didn't set out to be heroes. They just did what they had to do.”
“The end of Evil. Are a handful of men worth that?”
After his knock-out turn on Victorian literary icons in The Weirding Willows: Volume 1, writer Dave Elliott is back with an epic, new tale that weaves equal measures of patriotism and the paranormal, underlining traditional comic book tales with an uneasy, existential dread.
“We know who you are, Niko.
We know what you do.
All we want is what you have.
Give it up or we’ll take it from you,
DEAD OR ALIVE!”
Niko’s having a bad day. A blue-collar worker in Australia, all he wants is a nice, quiet Sunday. But, that plan goes all to hell with a phone call and a visit from a black-suited stranger, intent on getting something from Niko that he doesn’t know he has, or killing him in the process. Now, Niko is on the run, trying to stay alive and figure out what everyone wants from him and is willing to kill for to get it. And, he’s learning that, while there are dark secrets in the world, he’s just scratched the surface of the mystery surrounding him.
“My knees went weak and then stiff again as my instincts kicked in and I recognized exactly what I was looking at. Another piece of the puzzle had fallen into place . . . This was years in the making.”
New York, 1949 – After drawing a shot on a case he’s not prepared for, Detective Drake Harper finds his pursuit of a serial killer pulling him deeper into the darkness haunting his own soul.
“I might as well be lying in a coffin. I’ve seen them on TV before. The dead always looked so comfortable with their arms folded across their chest in those silky interiors. Peaceful, even though they’re alone.”
“Unless it was a show where the dead happened to be vampires. They’d probably be smothered in women. Hot, vampire chicks and metrosexual Nosferatus, getting busy while luring mere mortals into their blood-sucking orgies of doom.”
“I don’t need more of that kind of frustration . . .”
Spencer Harrington has all of the problems most guys his age have: too smart for his own good, wanting a girlfriend, fighting with his dad, straining against the rules, and trying to figure out what he wants in life. Unfortunately, Spencer is doing that from a hidden Arctic base he calls the Icehole, thousands of miles from the nearest living being. And, that’s because Spencer has one thing no other typical, 19-year-old boy has . . . his father is a super-being named the Crimson Mask. And, Spencer has no powers.
None. Nada. Zip . . .
“I wouldn’t be in to big a rush to see [the World], Morris. There’s a reason why we have kept this a secret, and I’m trusting you to do the same.”
“But Victor, the places we can go. The creatures we can see . . . ”
“Dreams are dreams and never what you wish them to be.”
The Victorian age was a goldmine for fantasy and science-fiction, with authors such as HG Wells, Jules Verne, Rudyard Kipling, Arthur Conan Doyle, and Lewis Carroll (just to name a few) creating characters and worlds that still impact us to this day. Now, Dave Elliott is taking these creations well in hand and putting his own unique take on them, by binding them into one common world.
Things are not going well for Falcon Models agent Ceecee. Her newest find, Perdita, goes missing on her first day, and when Ceecee goes to investigate, she finds the girl's apartment a bloody crime scene, with hints leading to the occult. But, it’s a lucky thing that Ceecee is more than just a good agent; she’s a powerful sorceress with ties to all levels of known worlds. And, she’s going to need all the help she can get . . . if she can trust it.