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Strangeways: The Thirsty – Page 117

If I say nothing, then people won’t notice. So I’m saying nothing.

Art by Gervasio and Jok. Written by Matt Maxwell.

Art by Gervasio and Jok. Written by Matt Maxwell.

Back next week!


Strangeways: The Thirsty – Page 116

I don’t mind telling everyone here that I spent the morning driving the porcelain bus. I do wish that I’d actually been having a good time last night to have earned it. Instead, it was a normal yesterday with a kinda sucky today.

At least I didn’t have to make it to my dentist appointment…

Art by Gervasio and Jok. Written by Matt Maxwell

Art by Gervasio and Jok. Written by Matt Maxwell

I’m going back to die on the couch now. Tell my wife I love her.

Strangeways: The Thirsty – Page 115

Art by Gervasio and Jok. Written by Matt Maxwell.

Art by Gervasio and Jok. Written by Matt Maxwell.

No comments, no bon mots. Just me frantically trying to keep up. See you on Wednesday.

Strangeways: The Thirsty – Page 114

Kids before cowboys and vampires…or something like that. Apologies for the delay.

Art by Gervasio and Jok, who are on time more than I am.

Art by Gervasio and Jok, who are on time more than I am.

Back on Monday. If I make it that long.


Strangeways: The Thirsty – Page 113

Looks like 113 was pretty unlucky for the Engineer.

Art by Gervasio and Jok. Written by Matt Maxwell

Art by Gervasio and Jok. Written by Matt Maxwell

And might not be so healthy for Joachim, either.

Big things afoot at Strangeways central, some of them even involving cowboys and vampires. Some involving a bunch of stuff that’ll get me shot if I talk about, so there’s just stuff and we’ll leave it at that.

See you back here Wednesday for more cryptic proclamations. And vampires.

Strangeways: The Thirsty – Page 112

And for those of you who are concerned about the ethical treatment of comic book creators, please note that the artists are the first people to get paid on any of my projects. The writer and letterer? Well…eventually.

Art by Gervasio and Jok. Written (and lettered) by Matt Maxwell

Art by Gervasio and Jok. Written (and lettered) by Matt Maxwell

Wish I could afford a real letterer…

Back next week with what’s likely to be a big KABOOM.

Update to add: My interview at CBR went live as of an hour ago. Check it out.

Strangeways: The Thirsty – Page 111

Week three of rain here at Strangeways Central. I’m beginning to tire of it. I know, folks from Portland and Seattle are mocking my weakness right now.

Anyways, here’s today’s page.

STT_111.jpg

Art by Gervasio and Jok. Written by Matt Maxwell.

Another page going up Wednesday, assuming my house hasn’t floated away by then. Living at the bottom of a big hill in rainy season ain’t no fun.


Strangeways: The Thirsty – Page 110

Stay tuned for information about an upcoming STRANGEWAYS-related appearance. Or just read the page. Up to you.

Art by Gervasio and Jok. Written by Matt Maxwell.

Art by Gervasio and Jok. Written by Matt Maxwell.

Looks like someone went and rung the dinner bell, it does.

Okay, this Saturday, the 23rd, I’ll be appearing at the Grand Re-Opening of Bizarro World comics in Davis, CA. I’ll be signing books, and will have preview books for THE THIRSTY (which contain all of Chapter 1, some art pages from the upcoming “Red Hands” and MURDER MOON art as well) and trying to bedazzle anyone who’ll give me ten seconds to do so. Oh, and world famous Five Minute Stories, too. Here’s the info:

Bizarro World

223 E St.

Davis CA 95616

530-759-9490

www.bizarroworld.net

Looks like things kick off at about 6:30. Plenty of time to drive in from out of town and enjoy the lovely weather we have in the Sacramento/Davis area this time of year.

That’s a joke, kids. It’s been 40 degrees and raining since Saturday, with no sign of abating. Hopefully it’ll cheer up by then.

See y’all next week.

Strangeways: The Thirsty – Page 109

Feels kinda out of place to be running such frivolity on MLK Day, but there you have it.

Art by Gervasio and Jok. Written by Matt Maxwell.

Art by Gervasio and Jok. Written by Matt Maxwell.

So, I guess they better get to that shed, huh? Wonder what’s in there. Maybe we get to find out on Wednesday.

Strangeways: The Thirsty – Page 108

Art by Gervasio and Jok. Written by Matt Maxwell

Art by Gervasio and Jok. Written by Matt Maxwell

Today’s post will be pithy observation-free. Seek your pith elsewhere.

Strangeways: The Thirsty – Page 107

If’n you forgot where we left off before the holidays, here’s the last page. Collins and company are trapped under a water tower in Drytown, sunlight fading to storm clouds and vampires up and looking for a taste.

And here’s today’s page.

Art by Gervasio and Jok. Written by Matt Maxwell

Art by Gervasio and Jok. Written by Matt Maxwell

A new page is up Wednesday.

Trying to figure out when my one-year anniversary over here at Robot 6 is. Bet it’s coming up pretty soon. Can ya believe it?

Strangeways – Winter break, pt. 2

No vampires, only more decade-in-review stuff from myself. Behold!

Part 4: WITH CRACKLING FIRES AND QUIET PLAINS

Part 5: NERVOUS MESSED UP MARIONETTE

Think I’ve got one more of these in me by the end of the week. Check Highway 62 a bit later. Back to kicking back and reading more KING CITY. (Ha! Kicking back! As if.)

Strangeways: Winter Break

Since I didn’t get my week off last week, I’m getting it now, darn it.

Instead of new Strangeways content, you can read over my rambling and shambling overview of the decade. Hope to have it all wrapped this week.

Part 1: BUT THE HANGMAN ISN’T HANGING AND THEY PUT YOU ON THE STREET

Part 2: BOURNE ALONG BY WHAT YOU CANNOT SEE

Part 3: MY FAVORITE FLAVOR, CHERRY RED

The STRANGEWAYS winter special is still up for reading as well. As is the preview from the backup feature of THE THIRSTY, entitled “Red Hands,” right here at Robot 6.

Back on Wednesday with updates to the decade-wrap, pages start next Monday.

Strangeways – Winter Solstice (4)

Last time I try to write a serial story as its being published, I swear.

Part 1 is here, part 2 is here, part 3 is here.

Happy New Year everyone! Gosh, new years. Why does this stick in my mind? It’s on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t name it…

Screaming not in pain or agony or fear, but in something like release, the Stag dropped to his knees from a dead run. It fell like an avalanche, a torrent in midsummer. The ground itself shook as the stag’s chest heaved and rattled. Collins blade was dug deep into the beast’s neck, but the thought of releasing it was anathema. Better that he fall with the Stag and make sure that the deed was done than to miss even an instant of it, or worse, to think that the Stag could somehow escape.

Collins fell atop it, radiant and golden for an instant before he slid to the ground and rolled. Grass rock and earth crushed him, burying and leaden.

But he would not yield the blade.

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Strangeways – Winter Solstice (3)

Merry post-Christmas, everybody! Busy weeks here at the Maxwell ranch. Trying to write while the kids pound on their new discombobulators and aim their transmogrifiers at the family dog in an effort to make him “even cooler”. It’s kinda distracting.

Here’s part 3 of the STRANGEWAYS Christmas special. Part 1 is here and Part 2 is right here. Looks like Part 4 will drop this Wednesday, no matter how hard I try to wrap it up today.

The stag was no longer merely glowing, but blazing now. Golden light poured from its hide, not reflected from the dying sun but a sun in and of itself. Collins might have marveled at the sight of it, but there was no room for marvel in his heart now. It was something that hovered between love and lust and survival, a need without a name. And all of that was focused on the stag now, keeping only two steps ahead of the ravening hounds at his heels.

Though now they were less hounds than they were swarming clouds, the stormfront whipped by winds and chill with licks of greenish lightning raking and twisting, illuminating teeth and jaws in their afterlight. Their howls were now the howls of the gale through the trees, their snapping teeth was the seething rain and driving snow, their coats sooty black as the depth of the darkest and longest night of the year.

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