"Don't sweat it, kid," she said unhelpfully. Then she kissed him, rather more helpfully.
"People love f*ck-ups in fiction, why can't they tolerate us in real life?"
"I'm losing faith, forgetting whatever it is I believed in."
Penny thrills spell eager spills - control oneself with Marvellous Monty's Lady Restraints.
Civilian life could not prepare a man for war, just as war could not prepare a man to return to civilian life with its mundane rules and mitigated chaos. A life in mute, running at half speed.
Civilian life could not prepare a man for war, just as war could not prepare a man to return to civilian life with its mundane rules and mitigated chaos. A life in mute, running at half speed.
The disease wasn't in his head anymore, it was all around him.
"Good luck, sleeper."
"Oh God, you're here to arrest me, aren't you?"
Her fast wit, love of classic movies, her self-styling, love of cuisine and wine and her love for him for who he was - a dumb, miserable f*ck-up.
Little Anglitan, ordinarily a bustling suburb had been reduced to a ghost town, a seaside resort in the midst of nuclear winter.
Ithaca woke from one nightmare into another. One in which Binley painted the bathroom walls with black and red streaks and a dark haired harpy gave Clegg, wearing naught but stained boxers, hand shandies in the diseased twilight.
"Jesus, what the hell is wrong with you?! Death's driven you crazy."
"Maybe I've done some bad things in my past." She paused. "I have done some bad things in my past. But killing something when you have no idea what it is...? How much blood before there's blood on my hands?"
"Archery, horse-riding, fencing and much time spent under weeping-willows watching insects crawl dumbly across the powerful stanzas of poems. She ached for those days when life had been good."
The blackened shell that used to be his home, staring at him from behind flickering police tape like an ungodly noir eye-socket.
"I just wanted something simple and ugly with someone complicated and beautiful. Was that too much to ask for?"
"I remember names and I remember faces."
"I've seen this sort of stuff before." "Where? When?" "Where and when don\'t matter. I think we have a problem with the undead."
Even with the nuclear purr of the biohazard cat - the threat of bio-terrorism, Redden had never appeared threatened.
"Sometimes I just sit by the window or in front of the TV, holding something strong and alcoholic but wanting something soft and womanly."
What if they were getting rid of her because she'd defected to the side known as freedom?
No it really isn't good, she thought, heart sinking into her scuffed go-go boots.
He touched the cool roughness of the Little Anglitan brickwork as he glided across the cobbles through the place of his death.
A shadow with barbed spider legs crawled through his skull and belched lightly.
She lived in a world full of strangers, monsters and lies.
"She was a lovely little girl, but occasionally she'd do something cruel, pulling the legs off spiders while quoting Bond villains, for example. At any rate, you're a lucky man. Keep good hold of her."
"Mad people, very bad people. People who have good reason to hide from society."
"This is not a thing I can protect any more. I say let the monsters have them."
Besides, a change of scenery would do him good, a slice of limbo, a sliver of purgatory or a dash of oblivion could be just what he needed.
He sat up for a moment but the moment swayed and so did the room.
Did you ever play Limbo? No, not that kind, you’ll get a bad back! I mean this beautiful (if pretty haunting) little vidya game offering:
Also, the great Dieselpunk game Bioshock, a utopia-gone-wrong when its inhabitants get a little too frisky with eugenics:
Well I found a cool little LimboShock here. Be sure to check out this artist’s other cool Limbo-inspired offerings, like the dastardly Pyramid Head of Silent Hill 2 fame and the animated rock band Gorillaz.
I built this site last year sometime and haven’t done a whole lot with it. Which is a shame, because I kinda like it. Besides, this is the place I can shout about how cool Urban Fantasy, Steampunk and Dieselpunk are. I can also talk about my own stories based preliminary on the first of those three genres, Urban Fantasy, but with elements of all three.
What the heck is Urban Fantasy, anyway? Well according to Wikipedia -
“Urban fantasy is a sub-genre of fantasy defined by place; the fantastic narrative has an urban setting. Many urban fantasies are set in contemporary times and contain supernatural elements. However, the stories can take place in historical, modern, or futuristic periods. The prerequisite is that they must be primarily set in a city.”
- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urban_fantasy
They offer up Harry Potter (among others) as an example of Urban Fantasy. I’d like to throw out names like Neil Gaiman, (if you haven’t read either Neverwhere or American Gods, I recommend them). He’s also married to the singer Amanda Palmer, who’s probably a bit like Marmite, (which she hates, incidentally). I’d also like to mention Ben Aaronovitch, author of Rivers of London, which in my opinion had one of the coolest book covers in recent memory.
So what’s Steampunk? In a word, it’s -
To be honest, if you’re still reading this and you just watched that, it may well have put you off the whole idea. Really, though, this stuff is cool! Well not cool, exactly, but who wants to be that?
Anyway, stay posted for more geekery. I’ll basically be posting on the Facebook page and here as often as I can – cool images, trailers, video games, book recommends, music and updates on how my own tales are going when real life isn’t pestering me. Much of the content will fit with the themes, as you’d expect, so expect a lot of Neo-Vic looking people, big, silly, cog-riddled machines, airships, submarines, computers that look Victorian, heroes, villains, film noir, Nazis, zombies, alternate histories, adventurers…
Any help on FB would be much appreciated, so if you fancy chucking up your own musings, artwork or cool little web-finds that would be awesome . I welcome creativity.
One more thing. If you could “like” this page and also on Facebook, that’d be grand. Or show your support by clicking the dandy Google+ icon. Please bring your friends along too!
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