Disturbing and grotesque, this one haunts me. Although only novella length, I've been a slave to much of the themes and imagery trapped within its prose for the better part of two years. A surreal jaunt through a nightmare landscape of human cruelty and detachment, I'm proud to see this one go out into the world. Fly birdy fly...
For someone who prides himself on his sense of imagery, I had a difficult time coming up with ideas to pass on to the good people at DarkFuse concerning the cover art. My mind pulled up blank on ideas, but swollen with images swirling--broken fingers, bloated bodies, blood splattered like paint...
I think such things would have been a disservice to what this piece really is and Zach McCain did a beautiful job capturing the required tone.
As I said, this one may only be novella length, but it took me a very long time to write. It is something of an amalgamation of ideas and moments from pieces of writing and incomplete short works that I began to work on when I finally started to take my writing seriously two, almost three years ago now. But please don't misunderstand me, it is a complete story from beginning to end, it just carries a lot of "heavy" chunks dredged from the dark depths of my imagination, from that soft feverish spot, as much of it seems to have been written in a feverish haze. I can only hope it finds readers interested in walking these hills with me for a while, in taking a little stroll... I wish you the best of luck...
For someone who prides himself on his sense of imagery, I had a difficult time coming up with ideas to pass on to the good people at DarkFuse concerning the cover art. My mind pulled up blank on ideas, but swollen with images swirling--broken fingers, bloated bodies, blood splattered like paint...
I think such things would have been a disservice to what this piece really is and Zach McCain did a beautiful job capturing the required tone.
As I said, this one may only be novella length, but it took me a very long time to write. It is something of an amalgamation of ideas and moments from pieces of writing and incomplete short works that I began to work on when I finally started to take my writing seriously two, almost three years ago now. But please don't misunderstand me, it is a complete story from beginning to end, it just carries a lot of "heavy" chunks dredged from the dark depths of my imagination, from that soft feverish spot, as much of it seems to have been written in a feverish haze. I can only hope it finds readers interested in walking these hills with me for a while, in taking a little stroll... I wish you the best of luck...
