Music Monday #5

Peter Murphy – Hang Up

They come on over, said the tripper to the… was the goast
Caught you real dead in, master of masters
I tell you daddy,
Don’t… to a place all full when the angels are alive
They believe in nature,
I get so fear, I get so fear,
I get so fear, I get so fear,
And you was the… and you are the Jesus the Moise the…
Yes there’s a god higher
Hang up the phone and come on over
Don’t act like that to a place when all the angels are alive,
There been angels alive
Higher so be there,
Higher so be there,
Higher so be there,
Higher so be there,
Higher so be there,
If the truth be told, does teh tripper show
Is messing with the… to that drive that devil got now
You can drag me and sometime with no clothes on
With a problem and no poasing
Hanginh up the phone
Hanging up the phone
Hanging up the phone
Hanging up the phone
Hanging up the phone
Hanging up the phone
Hanging up the phone
Hanging up the phone
I tell you this
Hanging up the phone
Hanging up the phone
Hanging up the phone
Higher so be there
Higher so be there
Higher so be there
Higher so be there
Higher so be there
Higher so be there
Higher so be there

Fiction Friday #4

three parts deadFrom Amazon: A god has died, and it’s up to Tara, first-year associate in the international necromantic firm of Kelethres, Albrecht, and Ao, to bring Him back to life before His city falls apart.

Her client is Kos, recently deceased fire god of the city of Alt Coulumb. Without Him, the metropolis’s steam generators will shut down, its trains will cease running, and its four million citizens will riot.

Tara’s job: resurrect Kos before chaos sets in. Her only help: Abelard, a chain-smoking priest of the dead god, who’s having an understandable crisis of faith.

When Tara and Abelard discover that Kos was murdered, they have to make a case in Alt Coulumb’s courts—and their quest for the truth endangers their partnership, their lives, and Alt Coulumb’s slim hope of survival.

Set in a phenomenally built world in which justice is a collective force bestowed on a few, craftsmen fly on lightning bolts, and gargoyles can rule cities, Three Parts Dead introduces readers to an ethical landscape in which the line between right and wrong blurs.

Why I recommend it: There are a lot of reasons I love this book and can’t wait to get my grubby little paws on the next two installments of the Craft Sequence, but the top one is the world-building. Alt Coulumb is so lush and vivid, and it feels like a very real place despite the fantastical elements to it. The system of magic is another phenomenal aspect of this book, as it feels both unique and very intuitive, once the reader has a working knowledge of it. It’s also worth noting that the main character is a Woman of Color, which is very refreshing when the urban-fantasy genre tends to not have a lot of diversity.

Music Monday #4

The Grand Experiment – Doomtree

DESSA
It begins with a flash
I know they say it ends the same
bit of skill, bit of chance
now every player guess the game
we start with these planets waltzing through the darkness
tip the axis, that one’s ours
zoom the camera in, cue lights up, dim the stars
We shape the stone
paint our pictures on the wall
we hunt alone, plant in spring
learn to harvest in the fall
and we choose a king, mine the metals for his forges
to better wage our wars and all of Olympus is laughing
until we go and split the atom

SIMS
Push that metal on down the road, we built this city on coal and gold
Money that trickles out, fill up that cup and sip it down
from the salt in the sails on down the rails
Everything’s for sale is the golden rule
including…well, I’m no fool
They get in a rush in a haze but I get out of mind, out of body, out of pocket
I don’t mind putting on a bit of mileage, but I won’t auto pilot with my eyelids shut
I’m still gunning, but I learned what’s worth hunting
and I learned what’s worth nothing
saw it
read it
outdone it

STEF (hook)
There’s no escape
They always looking for that easy out
but there’s nowhere to go
There’s no patience
They always looking for that easy out
but there’s nowhere to go

CECIL
Now all the parts are running, sparks are spilling out the gears
Over some thousand faces waiting years to see this work
Aching cause they need it first
Patient, but they seem berserk
Craving for that feast of merch
Yo! Save a slice for me and her
Isn’t it marvelous…just darling (it’s the newest thing)
It’s totally harmless, but it’s charming (it’s the cutest thing)
But, it bites…not hard…just hard enough to break the skin
and your bone
and your back
and the bank
But wait, it comes with a warranty
for a week, and that’s respectable
It’s cheap and it’s ethical…well, it’s ethical…well, it’s magical really
See, you put the cash in the till, fill in the blanks and that’s it
For my next trick I’ll need your password and an exit
and then poof
cue the fog machine

(Hook)

MIKE
Modern man
out of hand
motor mind
off the line
automate the operator
Can you hear me clearly?
I’m gonna live forever
give me guerilla arms
sling shot me into outer space in hyper colored glitter bombs
We’ll make our mark huh?
They’ll put no stops to us
We’ll leave our footprints on foothills and dance the Megatropolis
pushing evolution faster
catching continental drifts
Desperately Seeking Solutions to problems we know we’ll never fix
In the belly of a robot
out the valley of a microchip
Dialysis in Wonderland
Apple Z the viruses
I’ve never been myself, there is no human experience
you can’t Apple S yourself
this is The Grand Experiment

(Hook)

More AMIND

Since CorgiHat is out the door and things are settling down after MomoCon, I’ve had the chance to plug away at Alonso Munich Is Now Dead, and I’m eager to share a little more of the story with you all. This part takes place immediately following the first post (so I highly recommend catching up before jumping below the cut).

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Fiction Friday #3

i bring the fire thumbFrom Smashwords: In the middle of America, on Route 44, Amy Lewis has a plan — to get to her grandma’s house in time for dinner. Galaxies away Loki is waking up in a prison cell, strangely without a hangover, and with no idea what he’s done wrong — this time anyway. But he does know Thor is hiding something, Odin is up to something wicked, and there seems to be something he’s forgotten…

In this tale that is equal parts “Another Fine Myth,” “American Gods,” and “Once Upon a Time,” a very nice midwestern girl and a jaded, still very mischievous Loki must join forces to outwit gods, elves, magic sniffing cats, and nosy neighbors. If Loki can remember exactly what he’s forgotten and Amy can convince him not to be too distracted by Earthly gadgets, her boobs, or three day benders, they just might pull it off…

This first volume of “I Bring the Fire” is for anyone who suspects chaos and mischief makers might have their own redeeming qualities, and anyone who just wants a good fantasy romp through modern Earth, ancient Asgard, and beyond!

Why I recommend it: It’s a little slow to start, but after the first 30 or so pages it becomes exceedingly difficult to put down. There are also several books in the series which are similarly engrossing, and the series is overall a refreshing pop-culture look at Norse mythology and urban fantasy. The cast is full of colorful characters that really stick with you, even after you finish an installment. Watch out for the narrative break between books one and two, though, as it can be a little jarring.

Bodies Are Disgusting: Art II

In continuing the artistic tour through Bodies, I figured it was only fair that I share the picture that started it all:

ori and dougThis was the very first image I ever drew of Ori and Doug, not long after I started picking at the story a couple of years ago. They’ve both undergone some changes since then, especially Doug, but it’s always important to recognize one’s roots!

Music Monday #3

Big Black Sea – Gary Numan (feat. Rico)

I left a rose at the bottom of the big black sea
For you
From me

I haven’t uttered a sound since you set me free
I wish I was you
and you felt like me

Outside connection’s breaking down
Internal wiring’s burning out

The clouds so thick that I can’t see
This is for you
from me

She said: ‘tell me all your secrets, fantasies and fears;
Let me see the polaroids of people you hold dear.’
Trapped in tunnel vision, in monophonic sound
She says she loves you
she loves you
then it all falls down

Echoes in the bedroom
Projections on the walls
Translations of her letters:
Forever’s not at all
Trapped in tunnel vision
and monophonic sound
she loves you
she loves you
then it all falls down

Outside connection’s breaking down
Internal wiring’s burning out
The cloud’s so thick that I can’t see.
I wish I was you
Instead of me

I left a rose at the bottom of the big black sea.
I did it for you.
from me.
I haven’t uttered a sound since you set me free
I wish I was you
and you felt like me

Outside connection’s breaking down
All internal wiring’s burning out
I dive down towards the big black sea
this isn’t for you
this one’s for me

This time it’s all for me
And this time it’s all for me

(she loves you, she loves you then it all falls down)